From the recording Mournful Eyes
This song was written for my father about my grandfather - there's a lot of him in both of us.
Lyrics
He loved a fire when it was cold,
Seemed the smell of wood smoke would open windows in his soul,
And let him see things deep inside,
In places that he’d learned to hide.
He loved straight whiskey late at night,
When he was too tired to run and too damned tired to fight,
You could watch the time washin’ over him,
Like a river runnin’ too strong to swim.
Live and learn, love and die he’d say,
He never learned to play the game,
If you looked into his mournful eyes you knew,
There was a lot of him in you.
He loved to watch the coming dawn,
And watch those shadows retreat across the farm,
But as the night gave way to the day,
I always knew just what he would say.
Live and learn, love and die he’d say,
He never learned to play the game,
If you looked into his mournful eyes you knew,
There was a lot of him in you.