More Than An Old Lady
She's just an old lady with a slow walk
There's a little pain where a smile once was
She's not chatty, just a little small talk
Her left eye don't see what her right one does
But,ah my friend, she once was hell on wheels
She sat the saddle like a cowboy might
Preferred hard ridin' to automobiles
Didn't much matter whether day or night
She is a lot of what this country needs
As hard as nails and then soft as a fawn
I'm dying now and I've sown my seeds
Someone be gentle to her when I'm gone
She was a hardcase and all that covers
And she was one of the world's great lovers
September 1, 2016
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