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Lattimore
by Mason Cole
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Sally was a waitress at the depot down on main
Blue eyed blonde, black skirt on, drove every boy insane
But Sally held out her heart for a love that's dead and gone
One less chair at supper and a folded flag back home
I was born from hands a splintered and a mother strict and stern
I turned sixteen, my direction keened, I knew I had to learn
Every curve and every road led me to them steps
Where he uttered in somber pain the word I can't forget
Money can't buy my soul or pay my way out of hell
I'm sorry son, the deals done, this car's not for sale
See in seventy-three my little me died in Vietnam
But it's these cold keys and tragedies who made me who I am
I needeth fetch a pale or a concreted dam
I've never seen more tears flow from an able bodied man
I never knew these tattered walls were broken to the core
For I passed by each time I came to Lattimore
Now Sally's old and feeble but her heart still yearns
For the young man who graced her hand and guided every turn
And every time she hears that sound, her heart begins to run
Suddenly she's young and free road-running in the sun
Money can't buy my soul or pay my way out of hell
I'm sorry son, the deals done, this car's not for sale
See in seventy-three my little me died in Vietnam
But it's these cold keys and tragedies who made me who I am
Sally was a waitress at the depot down on main
Blue eyed blonde, black skirt on, drove every boy insane
But Sally held out her heart for a love that's dead and gone
One less chair at supper and a folded flag back home
I was born from hands a splintered and a mother strict and stern
I turned sixteen, my direction keened, I knew I had to learn
Every curve and every road led me to them steps
Where he uttered in somber pain the word I can't forget
Money can't buy my soul or pay my way out of hell
I'm sorry son, the deals done, this car's not for sale
See in seventy-three my little me died in Vietnam
But it's these cold keys and tragedies who made me who I am
I needeth fetch a pale or a concreted dam
I've never seen more tears flow from an able bodied man
I never knew these tattered walls were broken to the core
For I passed by each time I came to Lattimore
Now Sally's old and feeble but her heart still yearns
For the young man who graced her hand and guided every turn
And every time she hears that sound, her heart begins to run
Suddenly she's young and free road-running in the sun
Money can't buy my soul or pay my way out of hell
I'm sorry son, the deals done, this car's not for sale
See in seventy-three my little me died in Vietnam
But it's these cold keys and tragedies who made me who I am
