Song Length |
5:12 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Diplomatic |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Share His Songs
I was talking to this man about his music
Yearning, don't know why, to share his songs
He hummed a tune that almost had me crying
She raised an eyebrow, asked me how's the kids
They must be growing up now?
As they do
One of each? She always knew the score
And how's the place you bought out in the country?
How's the traffic on a Friday night?
Must be shocking, driving Friday nights
The traffic's fine, not bad the times I drive there
Talking small, the kids are getting big
One of each, yep growing up like mushrooms
Hey-that's a record label did you know?
Her man said yes, I don't know where they sprung from
Which made me laugh and say: as mushrooms do
They spring up overnight out in the country
Sure makes the drive worthwhile on Friday night!
But tell me all about your lovely music
That song we shared then had me holding tears
They're pretty words and stacked with such emotion
She raised an eyebrow, said it's been so dry
It must be tough up your way?
Which is it?
It's been so long since any decent rain
I said we're getting by, the only worry
We just don't spring fresh mushrooms overnight!
So dry we don't spring mushrooms overnight!
Speaking of those mushrooms, and your music
I turned back to this man, just had to ask
How long have you been writing stuff like this for?
And how come this is news to me right now?
My kids are growing up now,
As they do
One of each, three square meals every day
That's what I like, us living in the country
No takeaways to tempt us Friday night
What made you start up writing stuff like this?
She raised both eyebrows, turned and walked away
I touched his arm and looked him in the eye
How long have you been suffering stuff like this for
I'd like to hear your story, share your songs
I-kept talking to this man about his music
Reading words he'd written, shared his songs
The tunes he hummed soft started me off crying
I didn't want to talk about the kids
I didn't want to talk about the country
Fast food, Friday traffic or the drought
The tunes he hummed soft started me off crying
I longed to hear his story, share his songs
Hear his story, crying share his songs
Share his songs
Share his songs
Hear his story crying, share his songs
Copyright 2008 Gary Woods. APRA/AMCOS Registration: GW35840084