[Verse 1] Nasty little ghetto in the rural lands, Rust on the Chevy, dirt on her hands. Seen her low, seen her mean, Every single day going to extremes. Screen door hanging by a single screw, Everybody knows what she ought to do. They slow their cars, but they never stay, Roll those windows up and drive away. [Pre-Chorus] You see the yard, you see the mess, Fill in the blanks with your best guess. You know her name, you know her sins— You don’t know half the shape she’s in. [Chorus] Keep your judgment, keep your pity, Keep your simple way of life. Keep your white fence looking pretty, Keep your curtains drawn at night. You never held what she’s been holding, Never paid what she’s paid twice. Keep your judgment, keep your pity, She’s got work at half past five. [Verse 2] Sunday whispers at the grocery store, She hears enough, don’t need no more. Counts her change and holds her tongue, Same old town since she was young. Sometimes her temper gets there first, Sometimes she finds the words that hurt. She’ll own the things she needs to change, But she won’t bow her head in shame. [Chorus] Keep your judgment, keep your pity, Keep your simple way of life. Keep your white fence looking pretty, Keep your curtains drawn at night. You never held what she’s been holding, Never paid what she’s paid twice. Keep your judgment, keep your pity, She’s got work at half past five. [Eight-Bar Slide Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Bring a hammer for the porch step, Bring a jumper for the car. Come and sit down at her table, You don’t have to fix her heart. She might laugh until she’s crying, Might just ask about your day. But if all you brought was judgment, Take it with you when you leave. [Final Chorus] Keep your judgment, keep your pity, Keep your simple way of life. Keep your white fence looking pretty, Keep your curtains drawn at night. She’ll be packing up his lunchbox While the moon is hanging high. Keep your judgment, keep your pity, She’s got work at half past five. [Brief Outro] Seen her low, seen her mean— You ain’t seen everything.
