here's another of my sad songs.....Ken, I desperately need your playin' and recordin' skills...y'all will have to settle for mine.
My Beautiful Man
I.
I hate these shoes and I hate this dress
and I hate that you’re wearin’ your Sunday best
dark clouds are gathering, I can smell rain
fittin’ weather I guess
yeah, I hate this dress and I hate these shoes
‘cause you always favored orange and blue
so this black that I’m wearin’ don’t make sense to me
it screams out “widow” at best
PRE-CHORUS:
I check my make-up, will myself not to cry
‘cause I wanna look pretty when I tell you goodbye
CHORUS:
and down comes the rain, down comes the rain
and washes across the land
feel like its washing away, washing away
my dreams with my beautiful man
my dreams with my beautiful man
II.
I hate this car, this shiny limousine
but I s’pose that it goes with the rest of this scene
but I want our pick-up and to be by your side
headin’ back across town
oh, I hate this car with its leather so fine
‘cause it’s bringing me closer to saying goodbye
the rain’s fallin’ hard now as we turn in the gate
and I wanna scream “turn around”
PRE-CHORUS
I stand by your grave now, with a handful of dirt
whisper, Lord, take me soon ‘cause I can’t stand the hurt
to hell with the make-up that runs from my eyes
like I could keep from crying as I tell you goodbye
CHORUS:
and down comes the rain , down comes the rain
and washes the dirt from my hands
but it won’t wash away, no it can't wash the pain away
of losing my beautiful man
of losing my beautiful man