Her hair smells the same Lying there in bed Way that it did years ago When I hadn't said I loved her yet My flannel shirt she wears at night Smells vaguely of the cigarettes We smoke out on the front porch Some nights before I lay my head
Oh, I ain't ever letting go No siren's song could pull me away from my love Oh, this house was built on stone These roots go down to bedrock Tie me close to my love
Sometimes I tell her The things that I reckon She laughs when I say things like, "I reckon" Says it's small town Squeezes my hand Then smiles when she tells me I sound just like my old man
Some nights she reads to me A verse from e e cummings The one about a woman and a car She's my favorite line from that poem And I'm her favorite cowboy song
Oh, I ain't ever letting go No siren's song can pull me away from my love Oh, this house was built on stone These roots go down to bedrock Tie me close to my love
Oh, I ain't ever letting go No siren's song can pull me away from my love Oh, this house was built on stone These roots go down to bedrock Tie me close to my ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
