6 string lover

Her name is val
when I hold her close
the music she makes
sets me aflame

her neck long and slender
with a tiny little head
oh but the rounded body
without her, I feel dead

I hold her close
she does not mind
I play her stings
she lets out a whine

she is my guitar
and no matter where I go
I will take her with me
I can not be me, without her

country girl

I stepped into the truck stop
not knowing I was to fall in love
She was sitting there
stringy blonde hair

One eye of blue and one of brown
I could tell she had been around
she smiled, her teeth were yellow
I could tell I was a lucky fellow

Her mobile home sat just down the street
we went in, it was not neat
the smell of dog in the air
I knew we were meant to be a pair

Now we got married at the truck stop
honeymooned in a truck camper
we drove around fueled by soda pop
she is my truck stop queen