On the Quarrelets of Pearls

My father bought me this guitar

He taught me how to play

We used to sing a Dolly song

Jolene don’t take my man

My father dressed in sunken eyes

I am my daddy’s girl

Depression snuck up in my highs

On the quarrelets of pearls

Oh no no, don’t you see

There’s no place I would rather be

Than with you, singing our songs

But I can’t, no I can’t now your gone

My father was a women’s man

He took and stole their hearts

My father met my mother

And as kids we fell apart

He left us for another life

Out where nobody knew

That Mrs. alcohol

Was all that he was married to

Oh no no, don’t you see

There’s no place I would rather be

Than with you, singing our songs

But I can’t, no I can’t now your gone

I try to spare myself from thoughts

That make my stomach turn

Still I can’t get rid of the pain

Feels like it’s getting worse

And in my heart I know it

That you wouldn’t want me to

Feel guilty for not saving you

But sorry dad, I do

Oh no no, don’t you see

There’s no place I would rather be

Than with you, singing our songs

But I can’t, no I can’t now your gone

Writing up these words

I hear your voice, I see your face

Praying that your memory

Will live another day