Текст песни Potholes

I love women

Have all my life

I love my dear mother

And I love my wife

God bless her

I even love

My teenage daughter

There's no accounting for it

Apparently I don't care

How I'm treated

My love is unconditional

Or something

I've been hurt a time or two

I ain't gonna lie

I have my doubts sometimes

About the ethics

Of the so-called fairer sex

Fair about what?

But I find time goes by

And one forgives

As one forgets

And one does forget

God bless the potholes

Down on memory lane

God bless the potholes

Down on memory lane

Everything that happens

To me now

Is consigned

To oblivion by my brain

I remember my father

My brother of course

I remember my mother

I spoke of her earlier

And I remember that

I remember the smell

Of cut grass

And going off to play ball

In the morning

Funny story about that

Now I used to pitch

I could get the ball
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Over the plate

But anyway, this one time

I must of thrown a football

Around or something

The day before

I walked about fourteen kids

In a row

Cried

Walked off the mound

Handed the ball

To the third baseman

And just left the field

Anyway,

Many years later

I brought the woman

Who was to become my

Second wife

God bless her

To meet my father

For the first time

They exchanged pleasantries

I left the room for a moment

It was the first time

He had met her you understand

When I came back

He was telling her the story

Right off the bat

About how

I had walked fourteen kids

Cried and left the mound

Next time he met her

Told her the same

Goddamn story!

God bless the potholes

Down on memory lane

God bless the potholes

Down on memory lane

I hope some real

Big ones open up

And take some

Of the memories

That do remain