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,
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 tellin 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, and another on the way,