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good life
© 2014 tracy grammer
dedicated to my dear old dad, james a. grammer, sr. 1947-2013

twenty years old, just a fitful young man
with a fire in my eye, liked a drink in my hand
kissed a pretty young girl, got a gold wedding band
had a baby on the way that we didn't quite plan
and oh

headed out west and i ran a little hot
and the drink in my hand well it didn't cool me off
it was right about the time my kid was sixteen
i was scaring everybody, i was so bitter and mean
and oh

but i used to dream
of a little rowin boat
it'd be me and the dog and we'd fish or float
and we'd live
in one-level ranch
with toads in the pond and doves in the branches
and oh
what a good life

sick of my scheming and costly mistakes
i was losing my business in the hearts that i'd break
i got sober as a mountain and my river turned cool
i'd make it up to you mama but you're leavin this fool
and oh

i used to dream
we'd be getting up at dawn
we'd have chickens in the pen and some goats on the lawn
big trees
and worms in the pail
and my heart on my sleeve
and my love wouldn't fail, and oh
in my good life

i'm sixty-five now and they tell me i'm sick
it's this pain in my belly, the reckoning stick
call up my daughter and we cry ourselves clear
it's forgiveness and grace and i wish you were here
and oh

last thing i said, i was coming undone
'bout a sweet summer peach that tastes just like the sun
juice from that fruit dripped all down my face
there is only this moment, there is only this place

and the dream of a little rowin boat...

let it all go now and wipe it all clean
ain't no time for regret in the great in-between
it was a heck of a ride and i wish i had known
you can worry, you can wander, but you'll always make it home
i've had a good life
i've had a good life
i've had a good life