Simple Thing

Well I had me an old red harvester
She cranked up every time
But she’d hoe with her silver spade
And turn upon a dime
And even though the moment, it slipped away
Even though the farm was just pissed away
There’s one more song I’d like to play
Knowing it all
It’s just the sort of simple thing
It goes, «Baby, be mine, baby, be mine, baby, be mine
All mine, come on, baby, be mine»
Where I used to hear the Norfolk southern whistle
Blow every night before I went to sleep
And I’d settle down with
And my soul I would pray would keep
But that high whistle has faded away
It was a late night reminder of a dying day
Just one more time I wanna hear it blow
Hey, listen, can you hit rewind?
It’s a little simple thing
It goes, «Baby, be mine, baby, be mine, baby, be mine
All mine, come on, baby, be mine»
And my daddy got to where he couldn’t play his guitar
So he handed it down to me
And he learned me a few old gospel songs
And the murder ballad
And even though his life just whittled away
The present’s a gift is what my daddy used to say, I
Can still him whispering from miles away
filters through the pines
Hey, it’s just a little simple things
It goes, «Baby, be mine, baby, be mine, baby, be mine
Yeah, baby, be mine, baby, be mine, baby, be mine
All mine, come on, baby, be mine
Come on, baby, be mine»
Baby, be mine