Still Standing

Still Standing

Crooked brick streets and white picket fences

The old high school down the block

Grandpa helped build it when he was younger

It's still standing 'tho he's not

The old folks lived east of town out near Monroe

What some used to call in the sad part of town

It didn't matter much to us in the spring it meant

A field full of tulips apricots on the ground.

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Chase the moon down the road on a firefly-lit night

Where the cornstalks grow so tall you'll get lost from sight

In my Midwestern town.

He came down from Kentucky land he was an honest man

With the law he loved he was self-taught

He was the best of them when he was younger

His legend's still standing 'tho he's not

We'll walk the trail he used rub his nose at the tomb

In the library thumb through the pages

Walk through his house on Jackson Street

Imagine he and William Spence did meet

Now he belongs to the ages

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Instrumental bridge

She was a crinkly nosed beauty she came from that part of town

Where comfort was a stranger falling stars were not caught

She was my best friend when we were younger

Her memory's still standing 'tho she's not.

She loved that old car, her family, and the Rolling Stones

Wild Horses couldn't drag her away

Her spirit stands stronger than any I remember

She'll ride them again one day