GOING THROUGH THE ARCHIVES IN MY MIND...HEARD THE OLD SONG BY TOM T. HALL ABOUT OLD DOGS AND WATERMELON WINE, REMEMBER??? AND I THOUGHT OF THIS ONE, WHICH I DUSTED OFF AND REVISED A LITTLE...
WRITTEN SEPTEMBER 1974
AGE 25
LOCATION: A BAR IN YORK BEACH MAINE
LISTENING
T. PAIGE
I SAT DOWN AT A TABLE
IN A BARROOM IN MAINE
JUST TO HEAR A JUKE BOX SONG
AND KEEP MY GUITAR OUT OF THE RAIN
MY SONG WAS ALMOST OVER
ABOUT A LOVE THAT COULD NEVER BE
I LOOKED UP FROM THE TABLE
AND THERE SHE WAS IN FRONT OF ME
SHE LOOKED OLD AND SHE LOOKED FRAGILE
WITH A WRINKLED LITTLE SMILE
AS SHE STEERED HERSELF TO MY CHAIR
LIKE I WAS HER LONG LOST CHILD
I WASN'T EVEN FREINDLY
EVEN THOUGH I TRIED
JUST SO SHE WOULD GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME
MY MIND WAS OCCUPIED
SHE RAN HER FINGERS
THROUGH MY HAIR
LIKE I WAS HER OWN BABY BOY.
WELL OUTSIDE HER OLD MAN WAITED
PATIENT AS A SAINT
INSIDE I BARELY HEARD A WORD SHE SAID,
HER VOICE WAS TOO DAMNED FAINT
I KNOW NOW WHAT SHE WAS SAYING
AWW, BUT WHO CAN EVER TELL
BUT WHEN SHE RAN HER FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR
I KNEW SOMEHOW JUST HOW SHE FELT
SHE RAN HER FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR
LIKE I WAS HER OWN BABY BOY.
AND WHEN MY SONG WAS OVER
SHE WAS GONE
AND I WAS HER OWN BABY BOY.
(c) 2009 T. PAIGE
IT'S UNBELIEVABLY SIMILAR TO TOM T.'S BUT I BELIEVE I WROTE MINE FIRST...OR AT LEAST BEFORE I HEARD HIS....
