Here’s that song you write when you just got out of prison, your ankle monitor only lets you out of the house a couple of hours a day, and you don’t have a new driver’s license yet.
Plus, you promised your wife you wouldn’t forget Valentine’s Day.
As he tells the story, he thought maybe he’d chance driving into town, but since he was just out of prison with a history of being a drug adddict, “They wouldn’t believe me I was going to get a card. I wouldn’t believe me, either.”
He’s been married seven times, twice to the same woman, Lou-Anne Gill. (I think the song was for her, but I couldn’t swear to it.
I know that I swore that I wouldn’t forgetI wrote it all down, I lost it I guessThere’s so much I want to sayBut all the words just slip away
The way you love me every dayIs Valentine’s Day
If I could I would deliver to youDiamonds and gold; it’s the least I can doSo if you’ll take my IOUI could make it up to youUntil then I hope my heart will doFor Valentine’s Day.
Quick, you still have time to write a song!