Spent most of my driving time yesterday working on the lyrics to a new song…
For those of you curious about how the writing process goes… well, it’s probably different for everyone… but for me I search my thoughts for a subject I have a lot of strong emotion about. Every one of my songs, (40 something) have arisen from an experience that had a lot of meaning for me.
“She Was His Life” of course was about the wonderful, loving relationship my parents had, the one that was my subconscious model for relationships, and what happens after it’s over…
“Bayou Girl” was a little ramble back into the days of my youth to an experience we’ve probably all had — someone who loved us but we were too full of ourselves to realize it at the time, and missed an opportunity…
So… the last few days I have been thinking about my youth, growing up on “The Farm”, and how I didn’t appreciate it at the time because of all the big dreams I had…
Here’s what I have, feel free to critique, Your input is valued!!
A Massey-Harris tractor, a hay baler and a plow,
The barefoot days of summer, Oh how I miss them now.
Fifteen years and counting, the days until I’d be a man,
But now that I have everything,
I thought I wanted then….
What I wouldn’t give,
For that teen-age farmers tan.
The sweat was pouring down my face, as we gathered in the hay,
That barn loft was an oven, as we stacked it all away.
I was sure I was mistreated, on that hot, hot summer day,
But now that I have everything,
I thought I wanted then….
What I wouldn’t give,
For that teen-age farmers tan.
My Mother was an angel, in her dresas of snowy white,
My Daddy he was Superman and they were always right.
The simple life that they enjoyed, just wasn’t in my plan,
But now that I have everything,
I thought I wanted then….
What I wouldn’t give,
For that teen-age farmers tan.
Let me know what you think of the lyrics, I’m still working on the tune!
