A Good Life

A Good Life

Peggy Watson
words/music by P. Watson


I grew up listening to the trains going by

From the tracks to the table was the blink of an eye

My mother did her best to keep the place cleaned up

While Daddy drank whiskey from a paper cup


We sold junk at the swap meet every Saturday morn

I learned to count change when I was barely born

I slept on the floor of our living room

With three of my cousins and my Grandma June


But I had a good life – yes I did

I was rough and tumble – a happy kid

I fell through the cracks of misery

Landed square on the shoulders of a good story


Me and my friends used to watch the stars

Lying down in the parking lot of Lou’s Used Cars

Talking and promising we’d always stay

In that little bitty city neath the Milky Way


But when the shops closed up and my dad shut down

We took the next train right out of that town

Mama found Jesus.  I found a guitar

And a reason for believing in my lucky star

Bridge: It’s small time, but I don’t mind, living on the highway

Playing for fool’s gold, I’ve been told

But I don’t care cause I’m living it my way


         I’ve had a good life going place to place

         Putting a smile on every nickel-dime-tipper’s face

         They’re laughing and crying while they’re singing along

         Everybody’s got a story and every story’s got a song


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