Kelly Boutin

Baby, you’re my Cowboy Baby,
and Baby, with a silver sword
take your heart and chain it to me
and dub me your cowgirl
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The flower girl threw flowers
until her wedding day
that day the only flowers
she threw was the bouquet.
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You ask the truth, 'And how are you? '
you feel my heart, why need you ask?
I tell you what
you tell me nothing
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A little girl
all alone on the beach
touches the sand
to build a fairytale.
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You are what I'm looking for
Somewhere in these places
Life is what I haven't found
In any of these faces
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Healing time, scarring lives
But then they heal someday?
Losing hope, finding pain
But then it goes away?
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Baby, be my honey melon,
baby, be my cricket wings,
baby, in the springtime rain
sing me honey melon melodies.
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Beneath the hollow chestnut tree
that grows broken heart-shaped leaves
grows the broken stump of a dream,
the broken, broken stump
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I started our song today
because the music has almost gone away
how many songs will I replay
before the music dies?
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You can feel them riding on your heels
but when you turn around
there's never anyone there.
Ghost-town stalkers.
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A gentle mountain scene
and a willow tree
a little piece of history,
part of life's mysteries
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'Semi, won't you die for me? '
the asphalt called as the tornado screamed.
'Oh, I've been here for you all these years,
I've rescued you, now's your turn;
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In the corner of your ceiling
when you are dreaming
they sleep in the shadows
hanging there like bats
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When the city lights go out
and they take my artwork down
and the walls break apart because they don't know how
to live without
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I want to live on the other side of the sand
where the sunsets are blocked out by the wind
when it brushes the leaves of my trees so they shine
and the darkness disappears from the blinds behind my eyes.
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The house is empty and abandoned
The roof is all caved-in
The curtains are ripped down
So the sun shines on
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We're all carrying a load,
all driving down the road,
we're all so lonely,
all driving a beat-up rig
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Darning needles, they keep stabbing
oh, darn these darning needles
come find me in a haystack
and darn me back, oh, darn these tacks
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Baby, this road takes me home,
highway 27,
Baby, when I was born
you were 27
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Climb my cliff, My Love
can't you see me standing here
crying in the wind
can't you see me falling over
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