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  •  John Hartford (3+ / 0-)

    He's dead now. Probably his most famous -- and most lucrative -- song was "Gentle on my Mind" (which was made famous by Glen Campbell).

    But here's a poetic song called "First Girl I Loved," which makes me think of my first girlfriend when I was a teenager. Incidentally, Norman Blake, Vassar Clements, and Randy Scruggs played on this album. I don't know if they played on this song, but probably they did. This song brings tears to my eyes. It's an older guy looking back on his life.

    The words are here (if you want to follow along):

    I was in love with you well before I knew
    it meant more than just wanting to be with you.
    I used to look for other girls that looked like you.

    But the laws of nature said, "forget it, son,"
    'least that's what somebody told me.
    I worried about it a little bit, but that's all.

    I dreamt that you were Joan of Arc
    And I was Don Quixote.
    And everywhere we went the world was tinfoil.

    But I gave up dreaming, and became a priest.
    I put it right out of my system.
    I worried about it a little bit, but that's all

    Now you used to play the guitar,
    We worked in a country band.
    We hung out down on the river bank, on Sunday.
    Your brother was my closest friend,
    he drove a pickup truck,
    he used to bring me home sometimes, from high school.

    Now I was fifteen, oh the very first time
    Love broke completely inside me.
    We were young, and we were learning about it together.

    And we had enough of what we thought we'd need
    Of those well-known secret fables.
    We worried about it a little bit, but that's all.

    I regret my life won't be long enough
    To make love to all the women that I'd like to
    Or least of all, to live with the ones I've loved

    And I've never regretted a love affair,
    except one and that's all over.
    I worried about it a little bit, but that's all.

    Now I heard you lived a-way up north --
    Your kids are fat and plenty.
    And I haven't seen your brother since a-way last Easter.

    And if every other girl in the whole wide world
    Was just a little bit more like you,
    I'd worry about it a little bit, but that's all.

    Now, you used to play the guitar.
    We worked in a country band.
    We hung out down on the river bank, on Sunday.
    Your brother was my closest friend,
    he drove a pickup truck,
    he used to bring me home sometimes, from high school.

    That's my vote for poetic lyrics.

    "Stupid just can't keep its mouth shut." -- SweetAuntFanny's grandmother.

    by Dbug on Sat May 25, 2013 at 10:12:58 PM PDT

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