Author comments:
I could have titled this, "Ode To Billy Joel"
But I think the present title is better.
I never liked Country-Western music Until you left me. Now, all I do is drive around, drink beer and listen to the Grand Ole Opry. Because there was no one there to pick up the thousand tiny little pieces of my heart you left lying broken and shattered upon the ground. And the angel in your arms this morning Is going to be the devil Sleeping single In someone else's double bed tonight. I was always country. But I was never very cool. Maybe I didn't love you Quite the way that I should have Or could have. But you'll always be lying gentle On the quiet country backroads And misty mountian memories Of my mind. |
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