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I have changed this some.....and hey, if someone would put it to music and sing it, well i'd be so happy, for sure it's for a male and country....thanks glyn

and yes i'm still thinking on it...maybe another title???

My Name Is Miss Allie Jo Smith

She stood everyday on that same street corner
I’ve seen her drenched from the pouring rain
Her light pale skin burnt by the summer sun
Gray hair blowing when the March winds came
So she stands alone,waves as you pass by
With her flowered bucket painted red, white and blue
In hopes of getting enough money for a warm motel room
She only asks for change, or if you could spare a buck or two

How did this elegant lady end up this way
Maybe she was a lady of wealth, in her younger day
Warms your heart when she begins to talk
Behind her eyes you can see the hurt and pain
She’s here at first break of day, when I go to lunch at noon
On my way home I always put in a twenty
To make sure she has enough for a room

Hadn't seen her in a week ,didn't show this morning
No one saw her at lunch or on our breaks
If I don't see her anywhere on my way home
Tomorrow I’ll find her no matter what it takes
With my head down walking to my car
She’s standing there, says I need to talk to you
Things from my past I’m not so proud of
Please give me a chance to explain a thing or two

How did this elegant lady end up this way
Maybe she was a lady of wealth, in her younger day
Warms your heart when she begins to talk
Behind her eyes you can see the hurt and pain
She’s here at first break of day, when I go to lunch at noon
On my way home I always put in a twenty
To make sure she has enough for a room

I was so young ,didn’t know what I was gonna do
My folks being rich wouldn’t have it any other way
I had to give up a son,and by accident on this street corner
I found out who he is that’s why I’ve stayed away
I've been thinking for this past few weeks
You made sure I was ok, I feel in love with you
Not sleeping, this is tearing the heart out of me
Can't hide it anymore, it's only fair you knew

Knowing you were raised in a foster home maybe it's time now I tell........

My name is Miss Allie Jo Smith and you sir are my son

She stood there everyday on that same street corner


written by: glyn

Post deleted by glynda

Ah, a happy ending. Like the story. Don't know if I like the note idea though.

I was trying to figure out a way so he'd know she was alright and she'd seen his car....soooo..don't know will try and figure out another way...thanks glyn

Maybe she could stand there with her son and that way she could tell him and thank him and the son could thank him too.

(This kind of reminds of the movie, Pocket Full of Miracles.) It's different though, but it made me think of it.

I interpret this as being that the person who hands the lady a twenty so she can have a room is her son whom she doesn't recognize. Or does she find him another way? This is another example of how crisis and chaos are currently a creative force despite being inconveniet and disruptive. Had mentioned on another post that I bet the modern day equivalent of a Woody Guthrie is out there somewhere.

Peace,
Brian

ok i've changed this up hope you like it better now..thanks glyn

I really like this song a lot Glynda....

Maybe a bit wordy in places but it does the job...

I will watch and see where this one goes...

God Bless Roy

Glyn,

I absolutely LOVE where you're going with this.

There's an incredible story in this song. I love it!

Geneva