Will Morebeck

Will Morebeck

 Lincoln, California, USA
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Let That Filly Run

Written By: Will Morebeck

She's sixteen hands
Lean and mean
Some folks call her
The racing machine
She'll run all day
If you let her go
When the sun comes up she'll kick and pout
Won't give in until you let her out
She's just trying to tell you what you ought to know
Just let that Filly run
There's no place for her roam
Don't be afraid to let her go
Let that Filly run

So we took her down
to that three turn track
Put that skinny guy
on her back
He had he in that bit for a turn or two
When she came around heading for home
and left those ponies standing alone
She was trying to tell us what she's born to do
Just let that Filly run
There's no place for her roam
Don't be afraid to let her go
Let that Filly run

Now those racing days
Have been and gone
And all those memories
lingered on
She left us a friend or two
When that foal was born ready to scat
she was down the road in fifteen flat
She was trying to tell us what she's born to do
Just let that Filly run
There's no place for her roam
Don't be afraid to let her go
let that Filly run

Let That Filly Run

Written By: Will Morebeck

She's sixteen hands
Lean and mean
Some folks call her
The racing machine
She'll run all day
If you let her go
When the sun comes up she'll kick and pout
Won't give in until you let her out
She's just trying to tell you what you ought to know
Just let that Filly run
There's no place for her roam
Don't be afraid to let her go
Let that Filly run

So we took her down
to that three turn track
Put that skinny guy
on her back
He had he in that bit for a turn or two
When she came around heading for home
and left those ponies standing alone
She was trying to tell us what she's born to do
Just let that Filly run
There's no place for her roam
Don't be afraid to let her go
Let that Filly run

Now those racing days
Have been and gone
And all those memories
lingered on
She left us a friend or two
When that foal was born ready to scat
she was down the road in fifteen flat
She was trying to tell us what she's born to do
Just let that Filly run
There's no place for her roam
Don't be afraid to let her go
let that Filly run

Old Bill

Written By: Will Morebeck

About a mile from the interstate
Across the county line
Lived a man named Bill
Old before his time
He built himself a cabin
In a row of Sycamore trees
Shaded from the noon day sun
While catching the evening breeze
Spent his days tilling
Making rows for planting seed
At night he's in the barroom
where he met his wife to be
Old Bill was a farmer
Man among men
Married a gal named Dolly
A lifelong friend
He farmed that bottom ground
From daylight until dawn
His whole world changed
When dolly moved on

They lived the simple life
Stayed home most all the time
He drank Miller beer
She drank twist top wine
Well the days turned to weeks
And the months to years
Always looking down the road
She's hiding back the tears
For he was an artist
And a sculptor of the land
But the needs of his lady
He didn't quite understand
Because old Bill was a farmer
Man among men
Married a gal named Dolly
A lifelong friend
He farmed that bottom ground
From daylight until dawn
His whole world changed
When dolly moved on

Well those lonely days had taken their toll
She could handle it no more
Went back to her hometown
Left a note on the door
This farming life's been good to you
Ain't been good to me
Want to catch me down the line
I'll be home in Tennessee
So now he sits in that barroom
From daylight until dawn
Rolling dice for the jukebox songs
Because old Bill was a farmer
Man among men
Married a gal named Dolly
A lifelong friend
He farmed that bottom ground
From daylight until dawn
His whole world changed
When dolly moved on

Darlin

Written By: Will Morebeck

Darlin you told me
Something I didn't know
You left town
A week ago
And run off with my best friend Tim
I can only feel sorry for him
Now your letter says you want to make amends
And maybe were gonna start all over again
Now it would be wrong if I just said no
I'll think about it for ten years or so
Cause I don't like lying
Don't like greed
Don't like my clothes
In the middle of the street
And I don't want my pockets always picked dry
And I'm tired of wiping those tears from my eyes

Now I heard tell
Your on your way back
Let me know honey
Where your at
Cause if you want to end my despair
When you come here I'll go there
Cause I don't like lying
Don't like greed
Don't like my clothes
In the middle of the street
And I don't want my pockets always picked dry
And I'm tired of wiping those tears from my eyes

Now I left you
Everything you need
A box of chocolates
And a portable t.v.
And there's just one thing before I go
I left you my bar bill and some oreos
Cause I don't like lying
Don't like greed
Don't like my clothes
In the middle of the street
And I don't want my pockets always picked dry
And I'm tired of wiping those tears from my eyes