Alabama Waltz from Southern Gothic by Black Creek Rock

I've been wondering since so long ago
Just what she sees in me
She's seen the good, and she's seen the bad
And the places in between
I would not leave
No, I wouldn't dare
Oh, what's a man to do?
When he's replete with a woman so sweet
He's got no cause to be blue
Red is her color, but rarely it's seen
Behind every smile a mystery
Beauty walks hand in hand with the truth
So take my hand before the night is through
And I'll dance this waltz with you
I've seen their faces and their unhappy eyes
Their hands grown tired and weak
But I no longer see them when I'm with you
Away from them we can be free
The world fades away when I look in your eyes
And here comes the growing light
Sweet laughter has chased the shadows away
As sunrise overcomes the night
Red is her color, but rarely it's seen
Behind every smile a mystery
Beauty walks hand in hand with the truth
So take my hand before the night is through
And I'll dance this waltz with you

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