No Address on a Tombstone

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"No Address on a Tombstone"
Copyright 2017 William Colton


There's no address on a tombstone,
There's no money in regret
You must reach out for your true loves
It's really nature's smartest bet.

Prisoner of a third-grade princess
The one I used to chase at recess
Long black hair and eyes that shined
dreamed one day I'd make her mine.

Junior High became High school
she could pick from a bigger pool
I soon got a sharper lens
She only wanted to be friends

There's no reward for the white knight
You're just the other man's pole light
Nice will dull any sword and make
many a women bored

Was told my music needed some distance
couple beers, I thought it made sense.
it was time to make the big bucks
spin the wheel and be with lady luck.

Pawned my fender on a Tuesday,
to NY I bought a one-way

Two years in The big apple
All I sold was pie and Snapple
Clever bar I traded a whiskey
listen to my songs of misery.
scruffy beard old timer said
being nice is surely dead

The pearly gates is not a car port.
There's no money in regret
You must reach out for your true loves
that young gal you yearn to wed

I took the 5 train back to Memphis;
and bit my nails to the bone;
imagined all the ways she'd say no;
I should have called her on the phone.

Saw her with some local Banker
a genuine grade A wanker
Crossed the street and forced a scene
Two long years had made me mean.

After listenen to my yarn
She said I thought you'd bought the farm.

I stumble, stuttered, wheezed 'I loved her '.
But a house I could not buy for sure.

There's no address on a tombstone,
There's no money in regret
You must reach out for your true loves
It's really nature's smartest bet.

Hand in hand we walked to her place
You should have seen her Mamma's face
From behind a cedar-chest she would show me all her best

With all kinds of sweet splendor
She had re-claimed my battered fender.
I Worked the days and picked the nights
She made me feel I was doing right.

There's no address on a tombstone,
There's no money in regret
You must reach out for your true loves
It's really nature's smartest bet.


© Copyright 2017 William Colton. All rights reserved.

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