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The Bluebirds sing,
Near a Whiskey Spring.
Water bubblin’ downstream,
As the Cowboys dream.
Dreamin’s all you got time for these days,
When ya workin’ hard in the hot summer rays,
And that’s if you get to sleep,
Stead’a shootin coyotes to save sheep.
Time’s never enough,
And love can be rough,
Cause you’re meant to be tough,
No sir, s’never enough.
Got kids and a wife,
Some ‘Idyllic Life’,
Not chosen by you,
But what can you do?
Cause if you can’t fix it, you stand,
When your life’s in demand,
And your stomachs a pit,
Cause this can’t be it.
Watchin’ you drive away,
Always darkens my day,
And there’s no fixin’ this,
Cause we just lost our bliss.
In three months or more,
A postcard to my door,
Brings a smile to my face,
Ta think of our place.
Where the punches will swing,
And the tears they do sting,
But they don’t mean a thing,
Near that Whiskey Spring.
Ride on side by side,
Grins stretch our faces wide,
That brush of your arm,
A never endin’ charm.
‘Spose you’re full a that,
With your beat up ol’ hat,
Boots’ve seen better days,
From our Ranchin’ ways.
Then you flash me a grin,
An the world closes in,
One just for us two,
Just me and you.
Couldn’t explain if I tried,
How it felt when you cried,
After we broke our lies,
Little part of me died.
But there’s no quittin’ you,
So what can we do?
‘Cept power on through,
Cause I’ll never stop, lovin’ you.
Cause you left your mark,
That night in the dark,
Where we drank till we laughed,
And we never looked back.
You’re brave an you’re bright,
No matter the light,
You know what you want,
An you’re fun ta taunt.
Till you chase me around,
An we roll on the ground,
Cause when you’re around,
There’s no greater sound.
Till the day that I die,
I know that I,
Will always hear you sing,
Near that Whiskey Spring,
Ya put flowers in my hair,
So I sent you a glare,
An it just made ya laugh,
Doubled over in half.
Then we raced to the creek,
Ta start off our week,
And we gave a shriek,
As we jumped from the peak.
Your baby blues got me good,
Wouldn’t leave if I could,
Ya wouldn’t let me any way,
Cause I’m all yours today.
Watch you wearin’ my plaid shirt,
Whilst complainin’ bout a hard days work,
Don’t know what I did to deserve,
Your smiles sweet curve.
That summer got us good,
Nestled away in the woods,
Started back in ’63,
Yet you still love me.
I’m one lucky man,
That you give a damn,
Know I took you for granted,
But you’re still enchanted.
Sleepin’ on your feet like a horse,
Had ta wake ya of course,
Wrapped you in a tight embrace,
Couldn’t stop the smile on your face.
This world carries some weight,
But you’re never late,
So the carryin’s fine,
With some Homemade Southern Wine.
Tell a story or two,
Round the campfire with you,
And it’s no ‘Summer Fling’,
Near that Whiskey Spring.
The singin’s off key,
But that don’t bother me.
Playin’ your old harmonica,
Ya got from Santa Monica.
On your way back from a Rodeo,
With your face all aglow,
Pride on your face,
Cause you bagged first place.
Ya look ‘n sound so heartfelt,
As we felt the snow melt,
Flickin’ the buckle on your belt,
As you told me the hand ya got dealt.
‘Splained that you had ta flea,
Cause they knew ya liked ‘Sugar in ya Tea’,
But it brought you back to me,
Now we’re both full a glee.
Cause our love moved us a mountain,
And I’ll sure be countin’,
The days till we’re there again,
You just let me know when.
Then we’ll settle down,
Far away from the town,
Where the bluebirds they sing,
And there’s a Whiskey Spring.