P&p :- Always Stay Loving, MyGirl

A Country Song
I grew up overshadowed by Large Rail Roads
Couldn’t catch the eye of no city girl

Here I am devoted to MyGirl
How I love the way you look in your red jeans
Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the Large Rail Roads stand
And the blue Mountains surround
I’ll ride my Bad Ass truck with you by my side

There’s a whisper in the Kentucky breeze
Reminding me of Girl
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Girl in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that Curly hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement Rail Roads like grey tombs
Don’t have nothin’ on our way of life
Just listen to the stream

Don’t live your life like a sinner
Today might feel a time to be like a sinner
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

You know, there’s a lot I drive by in my Bad Ass truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay Loving, MyGirl
Always stay Loving

In Kentucky, when I was a child
I met a Loving man
“How can you be so Loving?” asked I
Here was his wise reply

Don’t live your life like a sinner
Today might feel a time to be like a sinner
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a sinner
“What happened to her?” asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don’t live your life like a sinner
Today might feel a time to be like a sinner
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

That lady’s gone now
It’s sad really
Word is, she had Curly hair once

Little MyGirl, keep your jeans red
Always stay Loving, MyGirl
Always stay Loving

Stream, stream, stream
Stream, stream, stream…

Thoughts & Ideas, Joseph Kravis 🙂



Categories: Prose & Poem, Thoughts and Ideas

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