Song Name: Her Song

Songwriter: Brian Peck and Madeline Fendrick

Copyright: 2018

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Lyrics:

This morning I was back in Tennessee
I had an early flight out of Nashville
My thoughts were miles away from my seat
When music caught the tip of my ear

It was rich and pure from a far away place
Far from music city
As I listened my thoughts held still
And now that I'm back home I can still hear her song

I dismissed the clicks of fresh cowboy boots
And the hum of luggage whizzing by
I was cradled by her voice as I waited to board
And now that I'm back home I can still hear her song

She was singing to herself in a high thin voice
Thin and sweet with a little blue
She was loaded with mops and industrial cleaners
Her cart jingled softly as she slowly walked by

A small brown woman frizzy hair and headscarf
Her gold tooth flashed when she smiled
What price did she pay to be here today
What was her secret to singing while wiping up spit

She was singing to herself in a high thin voice
Thin and sweet with a little blue
She was loaded with mops and industrial cleaners
Her cart jingled softly as she slowly walked by

Bags of luggage dragged down the walkway
Like souls unsure of their body
Stuffed with shirts and sock and new boots
All sewn in different factories
By hands as small and brown and tough
As the hands of the singing lady

Ten gallon hats on phones hurried by
Past food courts and boot polish chairs
The stickers in the shops said, "These colors won't run"
We're at war again we're always at war

My last glimpse of her she was fading away
Pushing her towering unsteady cart
Swaying her mops and dusters and cloth
I know she was smiling as her voice sang soft

She was singing to herself in a high thin voice
Thin and sweet with a little blue
She was loaded with mops and industrial cleaners
Her cart jingled softly as she slowly walked by

And now that I'm back home
I can still hear
Her song