| Lyrics: | I come fresh from the street,
fast on my feet, kind a lean and lazy;
not much meat on my
bones, and a whole lot alone,
and more than a little bit crazy.
The old six string was all
I had
to keep my belly still,
and for each full hour lesson I gave
I got a crisp ten
dollar bill.
She was married for seven years
to a concrete castle king.
She said
she wanted to learn to play the guitar
and to hear her children sing.
So I'd show up about
once a week
in my faded tight-legged jeans
with a backlog full of hobo stories
and
dilapidated dreams.
She said, "I wanna learn a love song full of happy things."
She
said, "I wanna learn a love song; won't you let me hear you sing?"
She said, "I wanna learn a
love song, I wanna hear you play."
She said, "I wanna learn a love song before you go
away."
So I tried to teach her a couple of chords
and an easy melody;
but it always
turned out she'd rather listen
to my guitar and me.
I could hear her old man laughing in
the den,
playing stud poker with the boys
while I sang so soft in the living room,
to
scared to make much noise.
I came one week and the den was dark
and she met me at the
door.
And we sat on the couch and we sang and talked
till I could not sing no more.
The
silence kept on building,
her eyes grew much too wide;
and I could her both of our
heartbeats,
but there was no place to hide.
She said, "I wanna learn a love song full
of happy things."
She said, "I wanna learn a love song; won't you let me hear you sing?"
She
said, "I wanna learn a love song, I wanna hear you play."
She said, "I wanna learn a love song
before you go away."
Well, I guess you know what happened, |
