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I met her down in Texas she was such a pretty thing
sank another whiskey while I watched her dance and sing

My fancy Stetson caught her eye her waistline caught my own
I would give a bloody pay check just to take this beauty home
Through my drunken haze I saw the twinkle in her her eye
she had found herself a cowboy and was reaching for the sky

This match was never meant for we were worlds apart
Though time stood still in Texas while I opened up my heart

Dancing through evening I was chomping at the bit
looking like a jackass with a purebred smart and fit
Reaching for a glass of wine and sitting down she cried
she was going country style with a cowboy by her side

Just a match that never matched for we were worlds apart
Though time stood still in Texas while I opened up my heart

Took her home at midnight there would be no turning back
I saw alarm bells ringing as she spied my wrecked old shack
This place smells of horseshit I thought you were well oiled
you led me up the garden path and now my plans are foiled

I filled my glass with whisky and pushed aside the wine
put back on my cowboy boots Im out of luck this time
Theres plenty that will join with me in wishing you God Speed
let me I sing you back to Dallas for the city life you need

This aint no match in heaven its a plan that all went wrong
To try and please a city girl that sung a cowbgirls song


------
If you listen to me long enough I can lower your IQ

I came into this world with nothing,
through careful management I've got most of it left.


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The following comments are for "The City Girl"
by Fairplay

came to mind...
Immediately after having read this, the first thing/person/idea/artist that came to mind was, Marty Robbins.

Thanks for sharing.

( Posted by: pablowilliams [Member] On: February 12, 2011 )

wrong catagory
He's right .. this should be in lyrics but you didn't know that ..
It's a classic cowboy torch and twang thang. Best so far of yours. Nice to see you get past the drek.

( Posted by: Pen [Member] On: February 12, 2011 )

Classic style
This reads like either a song, or something that should be recited by lamplight in a dusty old saloon. Either way, I'd enjoy listening to it.

( Posted by: manatee [Member] On: February 12, 2011 )

Songwriter challenge?
What ye bin drinkin bruv, your poetry's on fire!

Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: February 12, 2011 )

Refrain
Does need the refrain between the last two verses though,

Nice one, thoroughly enjoyed the read,

Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: February 12, 2011 )

Erics poem/song
The poetry is fine .... but put a catchy tag line on the end of refrains and ya sure enuff have a good country tune! Nice job. How about one for the Song Challenge- the rules are in announcements.
Good work - great fun
Ken

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: February 12, 2011 )

In Too Deep
Thank you so much for the comments


As usual I am out of my depth..I don't even sing in Church..I used to spend my days in school classes daydreaming and drawing Jet Airplanes.

Before I came up with this I had "Binned"

Life is a Ball




Come to the ball and listen my friend
Here is a rhyme why life shouldn’t end

There’s a wedding ring sits in my drawer
brings memories of times gone before
I found a new bride to walk by my side
glad that the first one had tossed me aside

Now seems all the world is the same
happy times can start over again
Though it may not last just have a blast
If you start waiting time disappears fast

Play hard in the sunshine and rain
is always the name of the game
Life is a ball so just take it all
no sense in waiting for heartache to call

When there’s only one deal in the pack
matter not how far or near you look back
Stand up and start over again and again
no sense in waiting for fortune or fame

Play hard in the sunshine and rain
is always the name of the game
Life is a ball so just take it all
no sense in waiting for heartache to call

A third girl bearing my name all the same
happy times starting over again and again
All part of life’s ball I still love them all
no sense in waiting for heartache to call

Life is so much fun all the same
so I’m off to go play in the rain
No fun being free just take it from me
it's Loves old flame can set your world free

Play hard in the sunshine and rain
is always the name of the game
Life is a ball so just take it all
no sense in waiting for heartache to call

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: February 12, 2011 )

Gold digging hussey!
Hey Cowboy...welcome to the world of lyrics.

Could visualize you on the dance floor, stetson bobbing while you twerled your little hussy round and round.

How do I know she was a gold digging hussey???
Easy....no self respecting gal would dance with a guy with his hat on!!!!

Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: February 13, 2011 )

This place smells of horseshit
Bouncy little ditty you got here, Eric. The song - not the girl. Although...

I hope the cowboy got his ride on.

( Posted by: toscano [Member] On: February 14, 2011 )

The City Girl
back in the 60s I used to go to Bourne School in Kuala Lumpur

Some of us kids from back then kept in touch and one friend Brian Raynor put the words I wrote here to music

https://youtu.be/JD-FP7F5E2E

( Posted by: Fairplay [Member] On: May 25, 2019 )

Eric - Found Lit Again
Interesting to see you on Lit again. I called in to look for a poem I seem to have lost. I will post the the one Bian Raynor used as a song for me. 'It's Your Life' written after I gave my talk entitled 'It's My Life' at the Universiti Sans Malaysia in Penang last year

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: May 26, 2019 )





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