What was his mother’s favorite saying?
‘Don’t get caught out in the rain’
So we stayed inside, he tended his books
I cleaned a clean house and traded dirty looks
with the mirror he hung in every room
and he was unable to touch me and always too soon
But don’t tell Bobby I’m through singing these blues
That’s just between me and you
And don’t tell Bobby I had to be free
That’s just between you and me
‘I’ll see you in hell’ was his father’s favorite line
‘Nothing could be farther from the truth’ was mine
So, I pulled the tooth and it was rotten inside
I placed it under his pillow, there’s your valentine
Then I took everything I needed and I ran
A photo of my baby sister and a bottle of aspirin
But don’t tell Bobby I’m through singing these blues
That’s just between me and you
And don’t tell Bobby I had to be free
That’s just between you and me
I felt like a faded postcard, undelivered
Trapped like a dog, tail between her legs
I guess he called it love, I call it surrender
and nobody knows you when you’re waving that white flag
If the walls really had ears like the proverb goes
I wouldn’t be changing this tire on the side of the road
south of Parkston and north of Tripp
on my way to a flickering Motel 6
But nobody heard nothing, my prayers never mattered
I’ve been screaming since the wedding but that crystal never shattered
But don’t tell Bobby I’m through singing these blues
That’s just between me and you
And don’t tell Bobby I had to break free
That’s just between you and me
credits
from Songs from a Stolen Guitar,
released May 20, 2022
All songs by Simon Joyner
Cowardly Traveller Music, BMI
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