I met her in a laundromat
She wasn’t much to see
When she sang gospel to herself
I asked if she were free
Sweet Susan, Susan Sweet
With a voice like
A golden field of wheat.
Together we made harmony
On stage there was no pain
But Susan’s only true love
She shot into her vein
Sweet needle, needle sweet
Sweet Susan
Your troubles run too deep.
I found a Christian woman
She and I would wed
Sweet Susan begged me not to go
But to marry her instead
Sweet Susan, don’t you weep,
A better lady
Will make my life complete.
Sweet Susan ditched the needle
She’d give up acting wild
I answered that my bride-to-be
was carrying my child
Sweet Susan, Susan Sweet
With a voice like
A golden field of wheat.
Sweet Susan at the chapel
She dressed herself in white
As Susan watched me through her tears
I took my bride that night.
In the restroom of the chapel
Sweet Susan washed her face
She took the needle from her purse
Her heart began to race
Sweet needle, needle sweet
Bring to me now
A feeling of release.
Under the sink they found her
A simple overdose
I kneeled over your body
It’s you I loved the most
Sweet Susan, Susan sweet,
Sweet Susan
Forever you will sleep.
Beware the man you marry
With sorrow in his past
You may just be a stop between
The first love and the last.
Sweet Susan, Susan Sweet
With a voice like
A golden field of wheat.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Susan
Poetry"Sweet Susan" is part of a novel/podcast called "Four Dog Riot" by Joe Cottonwood. The singer is Will Fourt.
