Memories

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for female country...MemoriesWhen I drove my gramma to the doctorAt first our trip felt a little awkwardWe just listened to some music without much to sayThey played lotsa outlaw stuff from AustinThen they slipped one in by ol’ Vern GosdinHer eyes seemed to fill with thoughts of yesterdayThen touched by time and love she spoke softly ofMemories of watchin’ a boy in dusty dungaressPlowin’ hard with a strong back and younger keesHow they saw themselves in Rebel Without a Causeand shared a Lucky Strike when James Dean was lostHow her man was the only one who understoodThe day she wept about Natalie WoodShe said soulful songs help her seePrecious memoriesSoon the windshield of my old VolkswagenFilled with pictures of a fresh snap-dragonThat a handsome country boy picked for meAnd my sad heart could still taste the mem’ryWhen he gave me half of his Oh HenryAnd a swig of Vernor’s ‘neath that verdant treeThough our love had grown strainedIt’d be wrong if all that remainedWas memories of rowdy boy makin’ extra bucksDeliv’ring Dominoes in a dented up truckHow when he took me to Titanic that nightHe never touched his Redvines cos he held me so tightBut I hadda ask who was comforting whoCos that hard country kid was cryin’, tooAnd realized I didn’t wanna set freeThose precious memoriesGoin’ home I thanked Gramma for all she’d saidI learned I wasn’t gonna give up on love just yetThat night I talked with him about things that went beforeWe agreed our love was worth makin’ more…memoriesMemories…©2007 Robert George