Mrs. Graves from HONEYHORSE by J Holmes

Hey Mrs. Graves - I think I found a place
Where the tulips drip all day with wine
I feel something every single time
That you hold your body very close to mine

And I can’t wait for Mothers Day
When every kid cries out to her
The only thing thats’s standing in-between
Is the dusty bible and the rifle’s wicked sheen.

Can you take the time?
Take it and hold it…mend it and mold it
Those dry white lines…
Candle and corkscrew
A rope that we can chew through…
Oh, Mrs. Graves.

And I’d steal the fire - Only if I could
I’d run circles ‘round this neighborhood
But it pales in comparison to what you know
And that shadow that you drag everywhere you go

And I’ll be good (if you’re wondering...)
So please do let that swallow sing
No need to call the lawyers into the ring
I notice they don’t do anything

By the riverside is where I see your fate
The train is loaded and running hard
I love the sound of all those dirty wheels
And I promise to give you something you can’t steal.

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• country rock
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