Another Song

Night comes crawling, day is done

Guitar has been put away, my songs they've all been sung

When I close my eyes I dream of what tomorrow may bring

Might find me another song to sing

I ain't looking for no holy father

Or a man to come and walk on the water

I ain't waiting on my turn to come up as king

Just looking for a pretty song to sing

Something with feeling sung soft and blue

Just a few lazy chords on these old strings will do

Something from the heart with a simple melody

That's the kind of song that I like to sing

So don t cry now darling and think on me no more

When you hear me softly close the front door

For I'll write of you and your wistful memory

In every little song I sing

So long now mama your boy has got to go

I can't seem to sit still for long now anymore

I ain't looking for trouble though I know that s what you think

I'm just looking for a pretty song to sing

So when the road finally wears me down

And I find my bed six feet underground

When the dirt falls on my coffin lid I hope you'll sing

A pretty little song about me.