Sweet Memories

A song about how a couple sustains their love over half a century.



She puts his dinner on the table
When they’re thru he washes up the plates


After fifty odd years
Ya learn to give more than you take


She lies in bed reads her magazines
He falls asleep right in his chair


She calls him to bed
He falls up those stairs


How many days 
Make up a life


Pulls down the shade
Gives a goodnight kiss to his wife


Baby can’t you see
You’re the better part of me


With our love
We made babies


And gave to me
Such sweet memories


She plants her autumn tulips
He mows his summer lawn


She dusts photos on the bureau 
Wonders where the times has gone


Love ain’t like a Hollywood movie
Can’t be captured in a country song


It’s simple as saying sorry
in spite of who was wrong


They move in circles 
Shared a bed of dreams


They take their walks in the woods
Another winter gives birth to spring


Baby can’t you see
You’re the better part of me


With our love
We made a family


And gave to me 
Such sweet memories

Where I’m Going

When I wrote this tune I had the feeling that this is the kind of music you might hear as you stroll up to an old porch in the Appalachian Mountains.  And there would sit several fellas sipping on some moonshine and singing about death and glory of god. The song could use a fiddle, banjo and mandolin, but an acoustic guitar and vocal is fine too.  Dance like you’re handling a poisonous serpent in one hand and shaking a tambourine in the other—–Hallelujah!!!!!!!