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I recall once upon a time,
Livin was so easy and I felt so fine.
But, my, my, my right before my very eyes,
Satan came with fire to burn me,
Wouldn't listen when they warned me.
A dagger in my back while she's calling me honey,
Wouldn't stand back, for neither love nor money.
Thirty minutes after my ship set sail,
She put up a sign and my house began to wail.
But, why, why, why I couldn't see it in my little girl's eyes?
She had such a way to fool me, Lord she had a way to fool me.
And I would ask the woman, "Can you find it in yourself to please stand back?
You ain't gonna rule me."
Just when all began to fade,
I reached out, threw the Ace of Spades.
I put her on a train to the Everglades.
Now that it's all over and gone,
Somehow I just don't feel so alone.
But, lie, lie, lie it seemed like such a waste of time.
She did not ever seem to know me,
But, now it's much too late to show me.
But, if I ever see that woman walkin down the street I'll just stand back,
And try to move away slowly.
Oh, yeah.
Livin was so easy and I felt so fine.
But, my, my, my right before my very eyes,
Satan came with fire to burn me,
Wouldn't listen when they warned me.
A dagger in my back while she's calling me honey,
Wouldn't stand back, for neither love nor money.
Thirty minutes after my ship set sail,
She put up a sign and my house began to wail.
But, why, why, why I couldn't see it in my little girl's eyes?
She had such a way to fool me, Lord she had a way to fool me.
And I would ask the woman, "Can you find it in yourself to please stand back?
You ain't gonna rule me."
Just when all began to fade,
I reached out, threw the Ace of Spades.
I put her on a train to the Everglades.
Now that it's all over and gone,
Somehow I just don't feel so alone.
But, lie, lie, lie it seemed like such a waste of time.
She did not ever seem to know me,
But, now it's much too late to show me.
But, if I ever see that woman walkin down the street I'll just stand back,
And try to move away slowly.
Oh, yeah.
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Dickey wrote this while watching his young daughter playing on the floor. You can literally see her when you
listen to it.
good bless dickie betts, this song is just too freaking good for music today. they should like have restrictions on which radio station can play this.
If this was written for his daughter, then I think he successfully portrayed it. I think it can perfectly explain a parents love for their child. This song always gives me memories of my childhood in the summer. Mini-golf, ice cream, fishing, the beach, building a treehouse. Ah it's so beautiful it makes me tear up sometimes a little. I don't know what it is, but his guitar just perfectly describes having a good time with a family member, and it's definitely more than anybody could inspire with words. It's truly magnificent that there are still composers that try to speak with their instruments, and not their vocal cords.