in honor of my grandpa speaking
about his experience at omaha beach on d-day
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
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