SONGWRITING

Barnett Blue

By: Laura Alford

You showed up
In your sister’s Marquis
Staged a single mom rescue
Plant operator shades
Your best jeans
And eyes of Barnett blue.

Took the backroads
To some ole tin-roofed bar
Out near Manchac bayou
Sat outside
Gazed up at the stars
And eyes of Barnett blue.

Handsome, hardworking,
A l’il bit wily
And eyes of Barnett blue
I miss those eyes
Those ice blue eyes
Eyes of Barnett blue.

One outta five
Were the odds
You told me straight up
For true
Live bait, tackle box
Fishing rods
And eyes of Barnett blue.

Just how hard
You had to fight
I didn’t have a clue
Higher, lower,
Hang on tight
And eyes of Barnett blue.

Handsome, hardworking,
A l’il bit wily
And eyes of Barnett blue.
I miss those eyes
Those ice blue eyes
Eyes of Barnett blue.

We rolled the dice,
Played roulette
You broke the biggest taboo
A name, a date
Is your epithet
Under skies of Barnett blue.

When October rolls around
Black widow webs
Drip with dew
Make my visit
To hallowed ground
And skies of Barnett blue.
I lost it all,
Searched and found
Eyes of Barnett blue.

Handsome, hardworking,
A l’il bit wily
And eyes of Barnett blue
I miss those eyes
Those ice blue eyes
Eyes of Barnett blue.
Eyes of Barnett blue
Eyes of Barnett blue.

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