Juneau's Buddy Tabor in his latest album, Hope , wrote this:
Methamphetamines (locally known as The Speed Whore)
Willie owns a body shop in this Oregon town Business ain't good 'cause the lumber mill's down They felled all the big trees, there's none left to cut So he talks to some speed whore who's down on her luck
She comes by just to visit and eats half his lunch But the meth's got her mind in a vise-like grip crunch She's wild and she's crazy, she's out of her mind She says, Willie, can you take me to the truck stop on Highway 99 Where the log trucks stand empty and the tweakers get high She's selling her body so she can get by As the demons of addiction sing her song in the night She's got perfect pitch harmony, what a terrible fright
You know, Willie, what you see wasn't always this way I was once a good woman who just went astray These arms once held babies until the needle marks came Now the weight of my sins drives me down and insane
Yeah, the log trucks sit empty and the mills have shut down They're hiring at Walmart at the south end of town
In a trailer park meth lab they cook up her fate My god, what a smell as the hour gets late As the paranoid symptoms gnaw down through her mind As her jaws lock in place and her teeth start to grind
Every Sunday Willie kneels down in the local Baptist church Where he intercedes for sinners and all of their hurts He prays for the woman with the needle in her arm Who once held her babies and kept them from harm
Now Willie takes care of stray cats and tweaked out speed whores God always seems to send them to his body shop door But sometimes he cries, Why do you send them to me Can't you feed your own stray cats and set your whores free
Yeah, the log trucks are empty and the mills have shut down And they're hiring at Walmart at the south end of town