Im out late every night
Doing things that aint right
And shell cry for me
When Im down in the dumps
And she nurses my lumps
How she cries for me
And shell never complain
She keeps hiding the pain
But I know all the while
Shes not feeling too well
Cause I put her through hell
Still she forces a smile
Shes got to be a saint
Lord know that I aint
I finally realize
Right before my eyes
Here is a saint
Theres a dress in a shop
Thatll make her eyes pop
But shell look away
Shed have gotten a lift
If Id bought her that gift
For her birthday
But her birthday has come
And I feel like a bum
Cause I spent my last dime
On a worthless old friend
On a drunken weekend
Ive done it time after time
Shes got to be a saint
Lord know that I aint
I finally realize
Right before my eyes
Here is a saint
Should I stay? Should I go?
I really dont know
My minds in a blur
Soon its gonna be dawn
And if she finds me gone
Would it be best for her?
I see her cry in her sleep
So I kiss her wet cheek
I kneel by her and pray
And Ill turn off the light
Step out in the night
And Ill go on my way
Shes got to be a saint
Lord know that I aint
I finally realize
Right before my eyes
Here is a saint