Good Man

You don’t have to be smart

No need to dress up, for me to see

That you’re a good man

You’re a good man

A real good man

When the wind blows

And the windows are closing

You let the world know

What has been has been

And there’s no use in looking back, going back, wishing back

Cutting grass and chopping wood, can be romantic

Sipping coffee under the apple tree, is gentlemanly

You’re a good man

Quite the best man

A real fine man

When the wind blows

And the windows are closing

You let the world know

What has been has been

And there’s no use in looking back, going back, wishing back

You master how to simplify

You turn rain into a blue sky

When the wind blows

And the windows are closing

You let the world know

What has been has been

And there’s no use in looking back, going back, wishing back

Wishing back