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Last Woman In This Town
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Woman tired of prospects in a dead end town.
woman leaving
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Independent French Canadian singer songwriter into folk country / folk / roots / rock-blues
A French Canadian singer/songwriter/musician, raised in Sault Ste Marie, who's travels from the Yukon to Labrador provide the basis for much of these country/alternative/folk/rock/roots perspectives. From the award winning Just Because to Pretty One, How Many More Days, Miner’s Son’s Lament, Fortune Teller Woman, That Train Song, Ain't Gonna Be So Easy This Time, Hats and Boots and Women and more, Jacques covers a range of simple, sensitive, sometimes humorous subjects, points of view, with words and music to paint the emotional backdrops.
Song Info
Genre
Country • Alternative Country
Charts
#69 today
#11 in subgenre
Author
Jacques Goudreault
Uploaded
January 09, 2026
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 172 kbps • 3:20
Meta Data
Vocals
Female
Character
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Story behind the song
Woman tired of prospect in a dead end town.
Lyrics
On a dead end street, living in a dead end town Ain’t the kind of place to be, the only woman to be found She watched every morning, as the Greyhound turned around She be dreaming of a one way ticket, out of this dead end town Eggs over easy, coffee and a little cream One more order up, she poured the last cup of her dreams She laid her apron on counter and threw that hair net down Said I had enough of you old boys, leaving this dead end town So she walked up to the station, set her suitcase on the ground Said none of them was man enough to make her turn around What has gotten into her, now she’s waving that Greyhound down There goes a one way ticket with the last woman in this town She had a go with Bobby Joe, but he would not leave the woods Then came Bill from the paper mill, 3 years and no likelihood They was old just getting older, guess her pickins were getting slim She was young and getting bolder, so she step out on a limb She dreamed of warm and sunny places, lights and city streets A simple man with some graces, a seaside place to eat Someone to lift her up, and never put her down Proud to take the hand, of the last woman in this town What has gotten into her, now she’s waving that Greyhound down There goes a one way ticket with the last woman in this town Ya, there goes a one way ticket with the last woman in this town
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