I'd Listen To Country For You

Well, there ain't much I can promise you,
I may not make your dreams come true,
But, ooh, I'd listen to country for you.

I didn't sweep you off your feet
And your heart doesn't flutter every time we meet,
But, ooh, I'd listen to country for you.

I'd write your name in letter across the sky
But they'd be gone in the twinkle of an eye
And a big bouquet of flowers doesn't say how much I love you

I think you would understand
If I don't throw my coat across a puddle and
Let you, clean to the other side.

You see, I ain't no good at getting out stains
And I can't afford a jacket every time it rains,
But, ooh, I'd listen to country for you.

When I hear that twang and the steel guitar whines
I won't try to slit my wrists or drink cyanide,
I'm happy just sitting there, listening to country with you

When I'm old, and 92
If the radio works and my brain does too,
Then, ooh, I'll listen to country with you.
That's what I'll do, I'll listen to country with you.

Robert Gowland
singing to his wife during the wedding reception, May 2008


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