John Ware's Place

Remembering days in Oklahoma at 14 years old His American girl with eyes so bold, and train rides out to Toronto Theres nothing like living in an old train car Or running red lights in the boss's car There's no Cathedral for them but rockies They'd plant another tree Drink some more whiskey Talk about old McEwans book Who's a patron saint and whose a crook I know he'd wait for us Near John Ware's place Or Clear that path he'd said he would For us to find our way But I'll remember you, in cowboy boots And pocket Copenhagen marks Remembering days of Farming with you at 14 years old You never got mad no matter how much I fucked up There's always a story to be told There's nothing like ripping out doors on hay stacks Or learning bout all those cowboy life hacks There's no cathedral for me, but you Theyd plant another tree Drink some more whiskey Talk about old McEwans book Who's a patron saint and whose a crook I know he'd wait for us Near John Ware's place Or Clear that path he'd said he would For us to find our way But I'll remember you, in cowboy boots And pocket Copenhagen marks