Marilee

Marilee

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Other Info

Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

Paul Newman

Written By: Marilee Yorston

Despite this old dance of two that we folks sometimes do,
I trust a man who turns to face the fiddler, oh at his drunkest hour.
A dime upon the floor reminds that I am true,
I couldn't beat that Tarentella cure for my frenzied dancing blues.

Well he moves like Butch Cassidy and he talks like he don't care.
I found him at the jail house, so I posted bail fare.
Just the shadow from his coat tails leaves a stain on minds core.
Like spilling wine from making love upon the parlor floor.

My dear twisted corset of my past, just tossed upon the chair.
Sway's from the open window breeze, that goes and messes up my hair.
Just the smell of its nearness, as it barely grazes by....
I think it must be mathematical like the space, between you and I.

Despite this old dance of two that we folks sometimes do,
I trust a man who turns to face the fiddler, oh at his drunkest hour.
A dime upon the floor reminds that I am true,
I couldn't beat that Tarentella cure for my frenzied dancing blues.