to write a country song, your dog died, your honey left, your moms in prison, or there is a train running somewhere and you want to be on it.
I seen her on the street,
shocked clear to my feet.
NEVER knew a beauty so rare,
She had green hair.
She blew me off that night,
Said I wasn't the one.
still pining after all these years.
I loved her, but she was done.
I never met another,
My heart was held by her,
My love goes on,
but she is gone.
I need anoth brew,
Love for me is thru.
Think I will get a dog,
they don't break the heart.
Monday, February 14, 2011
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