*save a horse, ride a cowboy*
April 19, 2003 - 10:15 p.m.

Two days past eighteen

He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens

Sat down in a booth at a cafÚ there

Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair

He's a little shy so she gave him a smile

So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while

And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low

She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier

He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care

I've got no one to send a letter to

Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?

CHORUS:

I cried

Never gonna hold the hand of another guy

Too young for him they told her

Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier

Our love will never end

Waitin' for the soldier to come back again

Never more to be alone

When the letter says a soldier's coming home

So the letters came

From an army camp

In California then Vietnam

And he told his heart

It might be love

And all of the things he was so scared of

Said when it's gettin kinda tough over here

I think about that day sittin' down at the pier

And close my eyes and see your pretty smile

Now don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while

CHORUS

(Martie's fiddle break - Emily's dobro break)

One Friday night at a football game

The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang

A man said folks would you bow your heads

For the list of local Vietnam dead

Cryin' all alone under the stands

Was the piccolo player in the marching band

And one name read and no one really cared

But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

i have had that song and wonderwall by oasos stuck in my head...yes. idk but they've been in my head.

i've decided that when i have a family of my own, or just on my own. no one really ever knows what the future will hold, all you can do is plan and hope. so i hope or plan someday to have a nice farm style house. those kinds of houses are lots of fun. and i want a nice back yard. lots of room for hacing fun. then a field. there's a difference between a yard and a field. its hard to explain but there is. then woods. that would be perfect. and i want green green grass is the field. That emerald lush grass that looks like smooth dark green velvet growing out of the black earth. that's the perfect kind of grass. then of course i would like lots of time to go out and walk thru the woods and grass and all of that outdoorsy type of thing. but i will prolly end up being a working girl that fills my time up with a lot of things. unless someone can convince me otherwise. i want to be a teach, and then eventualyl get into politics and government, and i know teachers have some free time to deal with. but i want to coach and do a bunch of other stuff. idk so i just think it'd be nice to have that perfect soft dark emerald green grass.

i'm a crazy girl. its only saturday and vacation feels as if it is has been days. maybe its because i'm sort of dreading all these sftb games coming up. i thought i had sftb next saturday, but i don't. i thought that since we had no games this weekend that they'd double up next weekend, but they didn't. i think i'm going to go to fox news and read up and then check some weather.



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