'fore the Fall
‘Fore the Fall...
the hat was all dusty; the old truck was rusty
the boots battered with life
the wrinkles were wise, alongside the eyes
of the man that walked in so slow….
he sang a song about lost love, a song about good love
a song about no love at all
he sang a song about whiskey, and getting all frisky
and the time that comes ‘fore the fall
the guitar was ringing along with his singing
his brown eyes seemed so far away
was he thinking of times, or losing his mind
only he and his memories could say
the hat was all dusty; the old truck was rusty
the boots battered with life
the wrinkles were wise, alongside the eyes
of the man that played the guitar so slow….
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