She drinks more than she would admit
But she holds her liquor well
Her clothes are always clean and pressed
And her breath don't ever smell
She puts the bottles in the bottle bank
Before she meets the kids
Their teachers never seem to notice
Her eyes, her heavy lids

Jeanie's husband doesn't notice eithеr
Or he turns the old blind eyе
Same way he turned a deaf ear to her
When she told him that she'd like to die
Is it drink that's killing Jeanie?
Perhaps it whets the knife
But the knife has always been there
And it's been there all her life

Jeanie's good at poetry
She's better still at art
And if you ever heard her singing
It would break your heart
She's crushed down what she could be
Crushed down

She's crushed down what she could be
Crushed down like a garbage bin
She dreamt sometime she'd raise the knife
And do her husband in
She's crushed down
But Jeanie raised her kids instead
She did the best she could
And whether that was good enough
It's not up to me or you