gentle man

in honor of my grandpa speaking 

about his experience at omaha beach on d-day 

at mustang library {this wednesday}, 

here is a song i wrote {months ago} 

about him and my grandma ❤

{he's the one on the right}

From their two bit towns 

to the city

Nurses tend the beds

made up pretty

Boys with stripes and bars

in their closets

got presidents

in their pockets

bootleggers on her fathers farm

smokin' cigarettes at six

slim figured

covered neck to knees

spittin sharp tongued cherry pits

he's a boyscout,

hard workin Navy lad

came from Kansas pioneers

simple minded

dapper gentleman

kind eyes and floppy ears

She said you're gentle and

You don't drink

I've been knocked around a time or two

I don't ask for much

I know my lot

And a gentle man will do

In louisiana

he fell in love

with a French Canadian fire

but she said i want a boy who sneaks bourbon at church

not one who sings in the choir

Vous aurez une charmante epouse

On qui est vrai pour vous

You'll find yourself a lovely wife

One who's true to you

she was kissin boys behind the school yard

skinny dippin in the dam

turned down porposals from devoted drunks

and rose to the top of her class

I won't tolerate lazy man

I don't care how well you kiss

It's a man who'll be devoted

And probably promoted

Who'll be the lucky brunt of my wit

Vous aurez une charmante epouse

On qui est vrai pour vous

You'll find yourself a lovely wife

One who's true to you

Well the navy boy

and the New York nurse

share a chocolate ice cream

they settle in for a suitable life

in the land of American dreams

She said you're gentle and

You don't drink

I've been knocked around a time or two

I don't ask for much

I know my lot

And a gentle man will do