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.