Billy Redd, he lived outside of town
Said hello from time to time
And I wondered if it brought him down
How the years can lose their shine
What I knew he never finished school
Driving home on ‘65
Helping out his Dad and Mama, too
He was with ‘em when they died
They said, “Son, you’ve got to go.”
He said, “Maybe you should know.”
My Maria, Lord, is doing fine
On a hill above strawberry wine
In time, you might just take the girl
And you may think that I’ve had enough
But I ‘ain't going down ‘til the sun comes up
My love, I’m right where I belong
In a country song
Billy married, had a couple kids
And one went off to war
But the others helped to bury him
When they brought him back to shore
I said, “Hell, it ain’t the way.”
As he bowed his head and prayed
My Maria, Lord, is doing fine
On a hill above strawberry wine
In time, you might just take the girl
And you may think that I’ve had enough
But I ‘ain't going down ‘til the sun comes up
My love, I’m right where I belong
In a country song
And when she passed, I saw him cry
He wiped away his last goodbye
And when his friends had gone away
I’d like to think I heard him say
My Maria, Lord, is doing fine
On a hill above strawberry wine
In time, you finally got the girl
And you may think that I’ve had enough
But I ‘ain't going down ‘til the sun comes up
My love, I’m right where I belong
In a country song
My love, you won’t be lonely long
In a country song
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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