LOVE SONG
I come fresh from the country,fast on my feet,kind of lean and lazy.
Not much meat on my bones and a whole lot alone and more than a little bit crazy
The old six string was all I had to keep my belly still.
And for each full-hour lesson I gave I got a crisp ten dollar bill.
She was married for seven years to a concrete castle king.
She wanted to learn to play the guitar and to hear her children sing.
So I'd show up about once a week in my faded tight-legged jeans.
With a backlog full of hobo stories and delapidated dreams.
She said''I wanna learn a love song full of happy things.''
She said''I wanna learn a love song.Won't you let me hear you sing?''
She said''I wanna learn a love song.I wanna hear you play.''
She said''I wanna learn a love song before you go away.''
So I tried to teach her a couple of chords and a easy melody.
But it always turned out she'd rather listen to my guitar and me.
I could hear her old man laughing in the den,playing stud poker with the boys.
While I sang so soft in the living room,to scared to make much noise.
The silence kept on building.Her eyes grew much too wide.
And I could hear both our heartbeats,but there was no place to hide.
I guess you know what happen,was like living out a good-bad dream.
And all them pin-up girls in that tinsel world never touch me like she can.
It took another man's wife in a real-world life to make this boy a man.
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