I got a letter, today, from Shirley Miller. She's living in Ohio in a Presbyrterian Home She's married a preacher and raisin' a family She said she wrote the letter 'cause she was scared to phone. She said she still remembers things she said she wouldn't. She asked about my travels and if Cleveland's on my route. Shirley says she's chilly in that cold Ohio weather. but I think she's warmer than the Hell, her husband talks about. Bridge no.1
She said she was happy, and hoped that I was too, but I could read between the lines knowing Shirley like I do. She can't hide the way she feels behind the perfumed note. I could tell her hand was shaking in the letter Shirley wrote.
Shirley said she didn't expect me to answer. She said she only wanted to get a few things off her chest. I tore up the letter and said a prayer for the preacher. I'll let him and the Good Lord take care of the rest. Bridge no.2
She said she was happy and hoped that I was too, but I could read between the lines knowing Shirley like I do. It's probably just a passing thing, I think she'll be all right, and I'm glad that Shirley never wrote what she sat down to write.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
