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TELL NO TALES
Well the next state over is Caroline
There’s a freckled girl with a jug of wine
And her Christian name I couldn’t recall but I aimed to make her mine
Men might come from miles around but I hear your mammas out of town
And I’m right here you have no fear… I don’t tell no tales
Blue jeans boots and a checkered shirt
With hands well calloused from hard work
I don’t mind a little turpentine to cut right through the dirt
Hallelujah here she comes like blowing horns and beating drums
And when we’re through I hope you say yes I loved you well
Yes I loved you well… yes I loved you well
When we’re through I hope you say yes I loved you well
In the cool mud down by Possum Creek
I loved you till my knees was weak
Bullfrogs burped and the crickets chirped and there was no need to speak
Headlights off them distant cars mingled with the shining stars
Everything so far away… I don’t tell no tales
Marched her home right through the street
I held her hand and I kept the beat
A bounce in my stride with her on my side… yeah I felt complete
Do you love me? Yes I do! And it would break my heart in two
If tomorrow’s moon would rise on us and you did not love me well
Did not love me well… you did not love me well
It would break my heart to say you did not love me well
Many years have passed me by day-to-day and time-to-time
I recall that freckled girl of mine with a jug of wine from Caroline
She aged so gracefully sitting on the porch with me
My little baby’s a cute old lady… I don’t tell no tales
Laid the labor down of my life I dropped the plow and the butcher’s knife
And I sit on the farm and spin yarn talking to my wife
But I’m as selfish as I ever was I hope I die before she does
And when they burn or bury me I’d say I loved you well
Yes I loved you well… yes I loved you well
When they burn or bury me I’d say I loved you well
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