I wrote this one but I can't really come up with a title other than "a messy song." haha! Hope you enjoy the story. Thanks, as always, for your support!
He boarded up the ol' bait store
Put a lock on the outside door
As he walked away, I heard the old man say
Folks just don’t go fishin’ anymore
They torn down the ol “Blue Plate,”
Newsprint tables, I used to wait
You could get a mess of greens, country fried things
I guess it must be fate
But life goes on and on and on
It’s a story, It’s a song
And sometimes it’s glad, sometimes so sad
But we have to remain strong
The seamstress shop went up on flames
Of course, it was such a shame
It held my wedding dress, it was such a mess
And nobody’s naming names
He’d been the barber since ‘67
But when his son was sent to Heaven
He closed up the place, such a sad face
Oh, what a mess we’re in
But life goes on and on and on
It’s a story, It’s a song
And sometimes it’s glad, sometimes so sad
But we have to remain strong
We grew up here on this street
Know every crack in this concrete
Sometimes it don’t feel, like it was ever real
Memories feel so bittersweet...
But life goes on and on and on
It’s a story, It’s a song
And sometimes it’s glad sometimes so sad
But we have to remain strong
Copyright 2019 Beth Sutton Aquarius