Lyrics:

Her mother was a seamstress, her daddy worked in wood
She went to church on Sunday just like every good girl should
But who is her confessor now? She wears the devil's hood
Is there anyone to hear her?
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Sadie, my lady, she's the heart of the road
Could have been a sculptor or made a masterpiece in paint
She could have been a poet, she could have been a saint
But is she any poorer in your eyes for what she ain't?
She can make the midnight shine
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Sadie, my lady, she's the heart of the road

So if you're passin' by her window, why don't you take a look inside?
She might need the conversation or a friend to be her guide
She won't try to steal your soul when she takes you for a ride
She'll just make the midnight shine
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Sadie, my lady, she's the heart of the road
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Heart of the road, heart of the road
Sadie, my lady, she's the heart of the road