Quentin taught me how to fish And how to hold the gun Said that what you're hunting down Is everything you love Folks run fast, so does life And that's the way it seems Candles burn down to the table
Keith never talked to much But smiled, blue eyes gold There must be a story Behind every fool you know Words get lost in the haze What most people think Darling, work for no mans dreams
Chorus: Now, all the old widows Carry love poems by their side Oooooh, most of that's from knowing Keith and quentin
When quentin found the snowed-in motel blues inside his cup He took a gun downstairs Never did come back It was only springtime One year and another 'til fall Sometimes in the night I cry
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