From the recording After New York
- a walking-gait country song about the memories we carry and those we try to leave behind.
© 2012 Alan P. MacLeod; Adam Langley (SOCAN#: 72986502) Time = 4:06 @ 90 bpm; 4/4; Key of Bb
(There's a BLOG entry for this song too!)
Lyrics
Maybe Alabama? He could never place her accent And she would never say. Now and then he'd catch her crying She’d wipe her tears then say nothin’ all day
She don’t like being alone She don’t like being alone and so, every waking minute had to have something in it something to do or something new or a loud, radio ‘cuz she don’t like being alone she don’t like being alone
So all that summer They went everywhere, did anything Lovers could do or dream Her rules were pretty simple: "Let the past stay in the past" And "smile when you want to scream" CHORUS He saw the ambulance pull away and drive off slow The cops said: “Boy, don’t you go in there It’s better you don’t know” But he just had to see He had to see And now He don’t like being alone He don’t like being alone So now, every waking minute He's gotta’ have something in it something to do or something new or a loud radio ‘cuz he don’t like being alone He don’t like being alone He don't like being alone He just don’t like it.