The Way They Kiss

Now I sit and cry, For a life to which I said goodbye, It's not that life that I miss, But the country girls and the way they kiss, The beautiful way they smile, Maybe the view across a country mile, It seems like such a shame, Across the continent things aren't the same, Next to me they would stand, And gently just hold my hand, Against my shoulder they'd lean their head, Not a single word need be said, At times in the mud we'd get stuck, Then just lay in the back of my truck, Life was easy and a bit slow, But where we'd fit we'd always know, These memories locked in my mind, Even though that life's so far behind, It's not the life that I miss, But the country girls and the way they kiss! An Uncle Charlie Original © 2008 unclecharlie