Country Girl

I remember a little country girl,
from a long time ago.
She's left this old world now,
but she lives on in my soul.

I can still see those big brown eyes,
smiling so admiringly,
at the little country boy,
that was me.

I wish I could go back,
and change a lot of things.
The memory of that country girl,
still tugs at these heart strings.

We were just to young I guess,
to fully understand,
that life don't always go,
as it's planned.

I left home at eighteen,
to defend our liberty.
I forgot that little country girl,
and she forgot me.

When I came home again,
feeling like a man.
I went to ask a country gent,
for his daughter's hand.

I was met at the door,
by a little boy of three.
But that little boy,
didn't look nothing like me.

His momma stood behind him,
with a tear in her eye.
That's the last time I saw her,
we didn't even say goodbye.

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