Ok, so it’s time for another blog post.
I got a new guitar today. A used Gretch with flat-wound strings—she’s so easy to play, she just glides into whatever song I want her to be…it’s love…
I can’t stop thinking about her. I want to touch her all the time, every day, from here on out. It’s love. I only want to make her sing…
Here’s the lyrics for a song I wrote at 4 am yesterday morning:
I was walking down that road, balancing my load
I was walking down that dusty road alone
Clear water, cool water, but not a drop to drink
I was walking down that dusty road alone
You blew in, magnolia breeze
You blew in, magnolia breeze
You blew in, my skirt hem kissed my knees
You blew in, sweet and hot, magnolia breeze
I’d heard tell of the spells of love that blind
I’d heart tell of the likes of you before
I’d heard tell you were married, everybody keeping score
Of the hearts and hopes you swept up off your floor
Still I saw (still I saw) the ocean in your eyes
Still I saw the ocean in your eyes
Drifted in your current, well there was no place to hide,
Once you fixed me with the ocean of your eyes
Well I’d better get home to my mother and pa,
I’d best get home to ma and pa
The horses still need tending and I’ve got much more to walk
I’d best get on back to mother and pa
But those hands (those hands) oh preacher, pardon me
Those hands took the breath right out of me
Those hands (those hands) might have brought me to my knees
Like a good girl, I looked down at my feet
When I get home (I get home), I pray the lord forgive
When I get home, I pray the lord forgive
The burden that I carry, what I want but never did
When I get home, I pray the lord forgive
The burden that I carry, what I want but never did,
I pray the lord forgives me of my sin.
