You remember sittin' there one rainy night in a well-used chair Tellin' me how well you used to dance The western wind will come again and make you feel like you did When all those cowboys didn't stand a chance Said his life took most of you, gave you twice and the day was through You said it all turned out awfully fair So tell me tales of all the times and all the seasons you got by Breathin' in that cold November air
No one was there No one was there When no one was there
Two kids 'bout 23, when the sun sets you'll never see You were yellin' "Supper" from the yard And they grew old and sailed away, call you on phones from far away Wrote you novels on postcards And all you ever wanted was to see your children fly Maybe one day they're stars But there ain't no leavin' this small town this evenin' You can't even drive your own car
Through November air Through November air Through November air
Dear Mama, how's it goin'? Was the weather fair last week? Dear Mama, they were wonderful All the sights you'll never see And dear Mama, if I could hold you, I'd grab you by the arms Tell you what it means You could take a worthless poor boy from the flats And make him mean something
Tell us what you wanted to, and all we did, we needed you Your dreams were too small to care But I'm always reminded, if you look hard you'll find it Memory gives warmth to right here
Through November air Through November air Through November air
Dear Mama, how's it goin'? Was the weather fair last week? Dear Mama, they were wonderful All the sights you'll never see And dear Mama, if I could hold you, I'd grab you by the arms Tell you what it means You could take a worthless poor boy from the flats And make him mean something
You remember sittin' there one rainy night in a well-used chair Tellin' me how well you used to dance The western wind will come again And make you feel like you did When all those cowboys didn't stand a chance
Compositor: Zachary Lane Bryan (Zach Bryan) ECAD: Obra #34632617