DESCRIPTION:
From the CD " We Call Them Cowboys" available from
www.russedwardsmusic.com


Susan by the Water

Susan by the water sleeping,
Soft winds gently sweeping
Kiss her tenderness.
And I sit watching quietly,
She turns and I can almost see
Her gentleness.
Oh, the sun comes down to kiss her eyes,
I watch her rise,
She turns she runs,
She's gone.
And in the spot where Susan lay,
I think about my busy day,
Must move along.
My bus'ness world; the lying cheating --
Ten percent --
I keep repeating Susan's name.
I do my best, but like the rest
I tell myself it's all part of
The dollar game.
But late at night when dreams will play
I think about the day
She'll turn from me;
And then my own, my little girl,
Out in my cold bus'ness world
And I'm to blame.