Poplar Fluff - Melody Musings

I'm holding my head up I'm not gonna cry Or tell them I need her And that without her I would die I'm not gonna argue They won't listen to me I'm just gonna stay right here Under the poplar tree Let me tell you a story It happened this way It was born out of longing In a man that's gone astray I've been to the valley In the shadow of death I've crossed many rivers Wearing a scar on my chest Can I outrun this heartache? A man, he sure can try I gave my all to that woman Then she turned around and said goodbye I was in a high desert Dell City was the town That's when my luck turned south This ol' boy started showin' out He killed the clerk and a young girl Who was only standin' there He looked at me real peculiar With the bullets flying through the air I lit out in a hurry He went out in a hearse Heartbroken and wanted Couldn't tell you which one of 'em is worse He must've been real important 'Cause his posse caught up to me I was holding my head up When they hung me from a poplar tree Yes, they hung me from the poplar tree

When I was a boy I lived on Poplar St Just a little child with plasters on my knees Watching all the world from high up in the trees I saw Mrs Moore sleep around with Mr Keats I feel like a new man Red flowers in my bed Breathe straight through the crisp air Dead flowers in the sand I am a true romantic Free falling love addict I am a true romantic Free falling love addict, yeah Mama always called that woman prosti-tits For wearing lower cuts than most and red lipstick One night Mrs Moore she made her eyes at me Pulled me through her door and stuck her teeth in deep I feel like a new man Red flowers in my bed Breathe straight through the crisp air Dead flowers in the sand I am a true romantic Free falling love addict I am a true romantic Free falling love addict, yeah And all your days are gone Sitting on the floor In your underwear Begging me for more And all your days are gone Sitting on the floor In my underwear Begging you for more I feel like a new man Red flowers in my bed Breathe straight through the crisp air Dead flowers in the sand I am a true romantic Free falling love addict I am a true romantic Free falling love addict, yeah Just another boy who lived on Poplar St Tangled up in lust and her exotic needs One night Mrs Moore she called collect to me I don't love you anymore she said and ceased to be Just another boy Just another boy Just another boy