Potholes歌词

作曲 : Newman
I love women

Have all my life

I love my dear mother

And I love my wife - God bless her

I even love my teenage daughter

There's no accounting for it

Apparently I don't care treatedhow I'm

My love is unconditional or something

I've been hurt a time or two
I ain't gonna lie

I have my doubts sometimes
About the ethics of the so-called fairer ***

Fair about what?

But I find time goes by

And one forgives as one forgets

And one does forget

God bless the potholes

Down on memory lane

God bless the potholes

Down on memory lane

Everything that happens to me now

Is consigned to oblivion by my brain

I remember my father

My brother of course

I remember my mother

I spoke of her earlier and I remember that

I remember the smell of cut grass
And going off to play ball in the morning

Funny story about that

Now I used to pitch

I could get the ball over the plate

But anyway, this one time

I must of thrown a football around or something
The day before

I walked about fourteen kids in a row

Cried

Walked off the mound

Handed the ball to the third baseman
And just left the field

Anyway, many years later

I brought the woman who was to become my
Second wife - God bless her
To meet my father for the first time

They exchanged pleasantries

I left the room for a moment
It was the first he time had met her you understand
When I came back

He was telling her the story

Right off the bat

About how I had walked fourteen kids
Cried and left the mound

Next time he met her told her the same
Goddamn story!

God bless the potholes

Down on memory lane

God bless the potholes

Down on memory lane

I hope some real big ones open up

And take some of the memories that do remain