Dogwood Blooms

Your love was as true as the dogwoods do bloom in the springtime

My greens and my blues will pull me right through in the meantime

Our love won't go a stray

Even though you went away

I'll be right here if ever you decide to ride home

If your sun don't shine come July because you're all alone

We could trade in those greens and blues

And make up our own good news

I could give my all as the leaves do fall come October

You won't have to quite giving me shit til I'm sober

But just because I've had a few

Don't mean I can't be true

Right on cue I'm singing the blues it's December

I think I'll have a beer for every tear I remember

Just like the old man at the end of the bar

Screaming out the bottom of his jar

Her love was as true as the dogwoods do bloom in the springtime