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