Darylanne
Darylanne come to see me
I'm sitting here with naught to do
my mouth is dry
my boots are dirty
but I sure would love to see you
Darylanne come bring that baby
I want to smell his cool clean skin
I want to see his bright eyes wonderin
where to go, where I've been
Darylanne, my life is empty
lonely days spent on this porch
times I sit, and do some quilting
while I watch the sun and scorch
Darylanne I still can see you
playing out in that dusty yard
running wild out there with your sisters
screaming out well after dark
Darylanne so much of young life
is spent working working way too hard
you forget to lift your head, you forget to notice
then you lose just who you are.
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