There’s a girl who like to hear him sing a love song…
like he used to do
When she could feel those green eyes turning, to her table –
surely learnin’ that the lines were true
And he’d stand right up and sing it, like he meant it
‘cause he always did
And how she loved to hear them ask him for just one more
for the lonely read ahead

And there was one about some crazy things
They tried in New Orleans
And for a time they lived outside the law
And the song about the stranger
Kept the feelings in her jeans
And how she’s like to feel it like before
But he ain’t makin’ music anymore

And there’s a hot band down the corner in from Houston…
picking country blues
And she’ll drag him down to see them, play his song that they recorded
’cause they asked her to
And he’ll close his eyes and listen, halfway sleepin’
and he makes her cry
For she remembers how them bright light and his lonesome song
could keep her soul alive

And there was one about some crazy things
They tried in New Orleans
And for a time they lived outside the law
And the song about the stranger
Kept the feelings in her jeans
And how she’s like to feel it like before
But he ain’t makin’ music anymore

And there was one about some crazy things
They tried in New Orleans
When for a time they lived outside the law
And the song about the stranger
Kept the feelings in her jeans
And how she’s like to feel it like before
But he ain’t makin’ music anymore