He got home at dusk
He’d been out of town
Spun her ‘cross the floor
Said, “Try to keep me down.”
And Jackie, you recall
I like to hear some soul
The sun begins to fade
The day is growing old
So play that country song
The one I used to know
Play a country song
The day is growing old
And if you play the song
The one I long to hear
Then I will sing along
As long as you are near
She poured out the tea
Said, “I think you got wrong.”
I’ve married up a fool
But he’s fool enough for me
And if you do recall
I listen, too, sometime
The day begins again
When you are next to mine
So play that country song
The one I used to know
Play a country song
The day is growing old
And if you play the song
The one I long to hear
Then I will sing along
As long as you are near
And I will sing along
Long as you are near
About the Creator
Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨
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Comments (1)
It's a lovely reminder of how music can bring people closer and make even the simplest times feel magical. Thank you for sharing such a touching piece.