As I sit here at the bar
While she plays her new guitar
I wonder how, she’ll leave this place
Her purse is surely full of mace
She looks at me, and she does say
Can I play your song today
I think it sorta goes likes this
Give me time to reminisce
Her voice is sharp and crystal clear
The kind you really want to hear
And when that girl begins to wail
She sounds just like a nightingale
She packs the place on Monday night
She spurs the crowd with shear delight
She really does have the look
That you cant find, in no book
As we dance upon those barroom mats
We hold on to our cowboy hats
There’s really nothing more to say
She really can, make your day
2007-01-31
22:58:18
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