Metaphysical Gingham Gown

Some call me a sinner, some say I was lost
Heavy debts boys, couldn’t pay the cost
But the good Lord he works in mysterious ways
Burning bushes and little girls in braids

Yes she was only 19 years old
Too young for bars and too old to stay home
I’d take her out dancing, I’d spin her around
In that metaphysical gingham gown

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She says “boy don’t the sunshine just call for some rain
And someday we’ll understand why”
So I don’t need to wonder why she hangs around
In that metaphysical Gingham Gown

Ain’t much of a singer, and I’m less of a man
I turn tail and run when she wouldn’t understand
She said, “boy God forgives you for all that you’ve done
But it’s forgiving yourself that’s the hardest of all”

I’d go looking for answers on a Tuesday night
Too drunk to walk and looking for a fight
She still picks me up, lays my throbbing head down
On that metaphysical gingham gown

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And in that lonely space between dust and your soul
You cry like a baby while your mind’s growing old
And your heart begs the question but you never ask why
You just love why you can and you learn how to die

But sometimes a girl takes the ache from your bones
Makes you forget that we all die alone
So I’ll hold her hand ’till Jesus comes ’round
Trade the dress in for wings when he wears the crown

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(words and music by James Wilson)
copyright 2006 Joey S Arm Publishing