In the grocery store, I heard the song "If I were a carpenter," which reminded me of the poem I wrote yesterday. Did you know that that song was originally written by Johnny Cash? I didn't.
If I were a carpenter
and you were a lady,
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
If a tinker were my trade
would you still find me,
carrin' the pots I made,
followin' behind me.
Save my love through loneliness,
Save my love for sorrow,
I'm given you my onliness,
Come give your tomorrow.
If I worked my hands in wood,
Would you still love me?
Answer me babe, "Yes I would,
I'll put you above me."
If I were a miller
at a mill wheel grinding,
would you miss your color box,
and your soft shoe shining?
If I were a carpenter
and you were a lady,
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
Would you marry anyway?
Would you have my baby?
Ok, now watch this.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
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It doesn't matter how many times I see that ponchy Brit shake his groove thang . . . I still have to turn away in embarassment at least half a dozen times in the course of his "dance".
Another painful moment among many.
The Office has its share, too. (muted trumpet: waah-waah-waaaaaah)
I guess even Johnny Cash had his off days.
Would you have my baby?
Don't blame that one on June and Johnny. I'm pretty sure that song was written by Tim Hardin.
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