Pail of Water - Barbarisms

I wouldn’t call you the love of my life

The king of the mountain, or the jealous kind

You wouldn’t call me what my dad calls his ex-wife

Last night I saw a picture of a man I’ve never seen alive

I would have gone nuts for you in your salad days

I would have paid I would have paid I would have paid

To never see you in the nowhere I have found

The ocean gabs like the gossip of a town

You’ve done more for me than I should have allowed

We climbed the sand hills of North Carolina

And when you fell I did not come tumbling after

Mathew brought us sword fish wrapped in brown paper

And photo envelopes from when you were kids together

You and Ellie had turned in, in the sun-burns of your lives

And Mathew started asking if you’d been doing alright

I felt like a dog given her pale of water

I felt like my mother, I feel like her daughter

I would have gone nuts for you in your salad days

I would have paid I would have paid I would have paid

I wouldn’t call you the love of my life

The king of the mountain, or the jealous kind