The Song

1942 - Leonard Farrell (guitar) and Victor (fiddle)

The young man has a passion
Yet he cannot read a note
But he picks up the old guitar
And sings some words he wrote

He strums gently on her strings
His fingers know where to go
He picks the notes with ease
To match those words of woe

She left me for another
And it wasn’t another man
She chose the bottle over me
And now I will be damned

She drank me out of house and home
Took my money, now I'm broke
She took the dog and left the kids
And I sing with this sore throat

How could she do this to me?
She’s gone and tore me apart
We’re supposed to be together
But instead she broke my heart

We used to like to take long drives
Back then she was carefree
The world was new and ours to take
And now it’s the drink she sees

What about our little Leonard?
And our Sally-May?
She is the mother of our children
Now what am I to say?

She left me for another
And it wasn’t another man
She chose the bottle over me
And now I will be damned

A young fellow with a fiddle
Accompanies his song
Together they create a masterpiece
That's not too short or long

Together they attract a crowd
And they listen to what he sings
They can hear his broken heart
And the sorrow that it brings

Their toes are tappin’
The crowd is clappin’ and
Singing the words he wrote
About the girl who left him
For the bottle and a smoke

She left me for another
And it wasn’t another man
She chose the bottle over me
And now I will be damned

©Sherry Irvine – August 28, 2011