morgan geer

Conrad

No one ever taught him how to read

He never knew what hit him or why she had to leave

The letter on the table told of how she’d been untrue

But he will never understand he’s crying, he’s confused

 

Walking home from church one Sunday ‘morn

He turned around at the honking of a horn

A woman in a 1989 white Chevrolet

Picked him up and took him home and carried him away

 

Maybelle never ever had it rough

What she had was given, what she got was not enough

Her bed was made by someone else’s hand

And Conrad was her ever-loving man

 

What do they know

What do they know

One is blind, the other sees too much

And it hurts them so

What is it that drives someone to pack their things and go

What do they know about love, what do they know

 

He hollers to the Lord that it ain’t fair

Takes the letter, tears it up and throws it in the air

Falls down to the floor, down to his knees, down on his knees

And curses useless eyes that cannot see

 

What do they know

What do they know

One is blind, the other sees too much

And it hurts them so

What is it that drives someone to pack their things and go

What do they know about love, what do they know

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