Capo 1
Sherry had a pawn shop band of gold,
A sink full of dishes and a love grown cold,
Along came a boy, pretty as the devil,
She took his hand, the whole thing unravelled,
There s no turnin round,
It s broke down.
Billy took the ring, jammed it in his pocket,
Drove down town and tried to hock it,
Down at the bottom of Lake Ponchartrain,
There s a love not carved inside a wedding ring.
Broke down, cracked and shattered,
Left in pieces like it never even mattered,
Broke down, torn and frayed,
Ain t nothin left you could give away,
There s no turnin round,
It s broke down.
Ain t no tellinâ where love goes,
Maybe down where the black river flows,
Won t be comin back round,
It s broke down.
Baby in the back seat, another on the way,
Sherry thinks of Billy at the end of every day,
She spends her nights waiting for real life to start,
Listening to the sound of her double crossed heart.
Broke down, cracked and shattered,
Left in pieces like it never even mattered,
There s no turnin round,
It s broke down.
On the other side of town, two lovers lie still,
Cigarette smokin on a window sill,
There s a picture locked up in an old suitcase,
Billy closes his eyes but he still sees her face.
Broke down, cracked and shattered,
Left in pieces like it never even mattered,
Broke down, torn and frayed,
Ain t nothin left you could give away,
There s no turnin round,
It s broke down.
Broke down.
