Story Behind the Song
This is a love song I wrote for this girl. (That was descriptive.) At the time, we were in the "just friends" stage, after having broken up a while back. I meant it to have a simple message for her, that I would always be there for her if she needed it. I think that comes out well in the recording.
Carter Salmons is playing the excellent acoustic guitar solos in this version. He told me afterwards that it was one of the best solos he ever recorded; and it wasn't even on one of his songs. If you listen closely, you can hear me say "awright" at the end of the track in reaction to his playing.
Lyrics
Well I think that we’ve both done a good bit of working for the day
And I think that you’re in no mood to wander off and play
So just sit down with a good cup of coffee
And a book of Indian poetry like you wanted to
Well I think that we’ve both done a good bit of fussing for the week
And I think that you don’t know when to get off of your feet
And I know that you don’t like orders
So you can go and do whatever the hell you wanna do
And I know that you don’t like orders, so I’ll ask this as a favor
Maybe you can’t do it now, so I guess I’ll ask you later
You’re always saying that I ask so much and this ain’t changing pace
But all I ask is to sit and listen with that cold look on your face
Let me take care of you, all those long and steamy days
Let me take care of you, you don’t need to change your ways
But it ain’t good for you, and I’ve been looking through the haze
At the face of you
I realize that you don’t need nothing from a messy bum like me
I know I screwed up so bad that you’re so glad to be free
I know you’re gonna go to foreign lands and slide along the sea
Like you always wanted to
I see how much you’ve grown up since the last time you were mine
Sitting up late with your friend, mixing, drinking coffee and wine
I know you’re not like other folks, ‘cause you’re happy all the time
Being sad and blue, being sad and blue like you
All I’m trying to say is I see you working in the fields and on the table
No one ever said that you were shirking and you laugh till you’re unable
To stop, sit down, relax a while, and settle for a change of pace
Stop, lie down on that long blue couch with that weary look on your face
Now don’t you think that I’m giving up on my absolute despair
I know I’ll never again be allowed to run my fingers through your hair
But you’re carrying around so much misery
And I’m asking you to share a little feminine blues
And if you ask me what I really want, I guess I’d answer this
To see you bedded down on that couch in a state of absolute bliss
And when your arms are full, to give me a little bit of your distress,
And I’ll feel sad too – I’d be happy being sad with you
So honey just allow me one more chance to get along with you
I’m gonna play country songs outside your window until I pull on through
And maybe deep down inside you’ll really want me to go away
But that’s one thing I just can’t do – too bad, I’m gonna stay
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