While driving through a small town,
I saw a girl today.
Who carried herself proudly-
Though her clothes were worn and frayed.
As she turned into an alley-
My mind raced swiftly back…
To another time, another girl-
Who lived “across the tracks”.
No one would call us wealthy,
Though the bills were always paid.
Dad drove a decent truck to work,
On wages that he made.
But four blocks South the railroad ran
To separate our worlds-
And on the wrong side of the tracks-
I dared to love a girl.
She never wore the latest styles-
Her “hand-me-downs” came free.
And yet she wore them regally-
My Moiré Jo McGee.
We had a class together-
I guess in the ninth grade.
I often saw her blush in shame,
When cruel remarks were made.
But as I watched, she stole my heart-
She had such dignity…
I could not see the rags she wore-
Miss Moiré Jo McGee.
I got sent home from classes-
At least a dozen times.
For standing to defend her…
But how her eyes did shine!
Fair dreams of home and children-
Were all that I could see.
My only dreams for happiness
Were Moiré Jo, and me.
One evening in the city park-
I took her by the hand…
Said, “Moiré Jo, my darling-
I bought a wedding band”.
With teardrops in her emerald eyes-
She sadly said to me,
“We come from different worlds, my love…
Our love can never be”.
Was she right, or was she wrong-
I guess I’ll never know…
For after graduation night-
Far from our town she’d go…
I hope she’s wearing satin, now…
And living fancy free…
She’s had her share of heartache-
My Moiré Jo McGee .
Could I reverse the hands of time-
Ah, if I could go back-
I know I’d love the same sweet girl
From the wrong side of the tracks.
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