Feelin' a Little Haggard

[good4somethingbum]

Feelin’ a Little HaggardWell, last night my lady left for Corpus ChristiEchoes of her goodbye were all that remainedMy heart reached across my cabin for the whiskeyAnd when I drink it alone it leaves me drainedSo with the howling wind haunting my dusty drapesI turned the player on and popped in an old Merle tapeCos somehow that lonesome fugitive understoodWhat it is to feel, the empty chillOf bein’ beat down and raggedO and that’s the reason that I feel so damn goodCos all night long, I’ve played his songsAnd I’m feelin’ a little Haggard Well, the phone rang and she said how much she missed meThat she’d never love a man as much as meBut I told her to stay there in Corpus ChristiThen cranked up a tune that always touches meWith the memory of them there could never be no usAnd that sad song reaches deeper than any whiskey buzzCos somehow that lonesome fugitive understoodWhat it is to feel, the empty chillOf bein’ beat down and raggedO and that’s the reason that I feel so damn goodCos all night long, I’ve played his songsAnd I’m feelin’ a little Haggard I know it’s late but I feel great cos I’m feelin’ a little HaggardFeelin’ a little Haggard…©2007 Robert George

[carrgirl]

Love this one, Couch! Another great story song ... didn't expect anything less! Mary Lou

[good4somethingbum]

thanks carrgirl! I was shooting for a "classic" country feel with this...simple but soulful.