Country music songs
Brought on a flood
Memories of the past
Friends bound like blood
Thought of a man
Who took me in
Gave me a break
To get me going again
Painter by trade
A hard working man
He played the guitar
Like nobody can
Blue-boy he was
From the Carolina hills
Made me sad
When I heard he was killed
An accident took him
In the prime of his life
The road was dark
It was late at night
I often think
Of this selfless man
How he helped
When he gave me a hand
We're molded by people
Who see us through
Made better by the things
That they say and do
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