Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI

He Don't Live Here Anymore

Royal Red Michael lived on the farm
An Irish Setter and a tow head blond
We were born in spring, almost kin
I can hear him cutting through the corn
He'd bring me walnuts wet and warm
Saying, "Hey buddy, play with me."
But dogs don't live as long as men
And a boy can't quit that kind of friend
Bounding through my pastoral memories
But he don't live here, he don't live here
He don't live here anymore

I'd like to tell her that I've changed
I'd like to say I'm not the same
Self centered fool she once knew
I'd get right down on my knees
Beg forgiveness, baby please
Is a second chance too much to ask
But she's long gone, she's out of reach
Another world so to speak
I'm left to clean up what we left behind
'cause she don't live here anymore, she don't live here
She don't live here anymore

My old man was a sight to see
But I loved him ' cause he loved me
He was my dad, the only one I've had
Things got rougher towards the end
As he got weak childhood revenge
Crept in my soul from years ago
He lost his mind, I lost my cool
Said some things I thought were cruel
I'm wishing I could take them back again
But he don't live here, he don't live here
He don't live here anymore

Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
www.catesbyjones.com