BROCKZEMAN: MUSIC

Night comes crawling, day is done
Guitar has been put away, my songs they ve all been sung
When I close my eyes I dream of what tomorrow may bring
Might find me another song to sing
I ain t looking for no holy father
Or a man to come and walk on water
I ain t waiting on my turn to come up asking
Just looking for a pretty song to sing

Something with feeling sung soft and blue
Just a few lazy chords on them old strings will do
Something from the heart with a simple melody
That s the kind of song that I like to sing

So don t cry now darling and think on me no more
When you hear me softly close the front door
I ll write of you and your wistful memory
In every little song I sing

So long now mama your boy has got to go
I can t seem to sit still for long now anymore
I ain t looking for trouble though I know that s what you think
I m just looking for a pretty song to sing
So when the road finally wears me down
And I find my bed six feet underground
When the dirt falls on my coffin lid I hope you ll sing
A pretty little song about me.