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EDIT [12-16-10]: REWRITE BELOW - better?? Less confusing?
New lines marked in COLOR. Thanks!

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So.......... I have now written a lyric (NON-AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL) which makes my husband blush.

It came with a melody.
He expressed a strong preference I not perform this, especially in front of people, LOL although he definitely LIKES it... so... is it pitchable?

My main question & reason for posting is, is the storyline clear enough, or do I need a detailed verse about what happened?

I prefer the Hitchcock approach, that it's scarier if you imagine rather than really really know what the fella here done wrong.

Old-school blues/folk.

Linda



Willow Tree

by Linda Adams
© 2010 All Rights Reserved.


Oh people still come by to see me
Ask their questions and to blame
They wanna know how I knew you
And did I know you robbed that train

They ask if you were my husband
And I tell them it's all true,
But if they'd said forty years ago
Girl, the day will come to you

That I'd say you were a stranger
And I never knew your mind,
I'd-a never believed the awful tale
Of how you hid your life from mine

About the only thing I remember
The part I never tell anyone
Is how we spent our last night together
Under that old willow by the miller's pond


When we made love till we could barely breathe
Your kisses sweeter than sin
And I never knew all the trouble you were in
The night you said goodbye to me
Underneath the willow tree

{inst break}

I didn't know then this was the end
Didn't see the worry in your eyes
Newborn grass soft under my skin
You had me spellbound and hypnotized

Then before the light of morning
You saddled up and rode away
And I never laid eyes on you again
Did’ya ever cry like I did that day

No, you never told me the posse
Was already thundering on its way
To bring me in for questioning
About the man who got away

{repeat chorus?}

Oh I'm tired and cold
and my soul has been sold,
been sold, but not by me

Oh I'm worn and I’m old
and my soul has been sold,
been sold, but not by me

By the man who got away
The man who got away