Billy joe.
From the album: Discombobulation.
Written and recorded by macouno in 1999.
Released under the Creative Commons 3.0 By license.



Billy joe said I've got a lot of love to give.
But I didn't see her trust in life.
Billy joe said I can stand all the frills.
Bus she had a lust for wild things.

Things that only ramble on.
She said it was fear of attachment.
That I held her too close.
I should've let het take our son, rent a car and ride on out.

But baby I can't let you go.
Not without that one last song.
Not without a dance for lonely nights.
And a kiss for holding on.

To rolling, to striding, and the sway of your hips.
To dampness to skin and the curve of your hatefull dimensions.

Liberty is the sight of you leaving.
O I give up.
I don't think I'll stop you.
If I even can.
I am changing my ways.
You might as well go.

Baby.
I'm tired.
O.
So is our boy.
I've seen you raging, your waters, you flow over my side.
I've reached the brink of extinction and so has our love.

Billy Joe said it's only a second.
But I've been here four months.
Billy Joe said life is a border.
But she drew it too thin.

She only rambled on.
Said it was not for me.
That I was too damn close.
I should've restrained her, and kept her indoors.

But baby I can't let you go.
Not without that one last song.
Not without a dance for lonely nights.
And a kiss for holding on.

To weaving, to dodging, and your drunken gait.
To reaking, to sticking, and the scent of your hatefull dimensions.

Liberty is the sight of you leaving.
O I give up.
I don't think I'll stop you.
If you run.
I am changing my ways.
You might as well go.

I have seen quite enough.
To know that I can do better.
That I can do.