<h1><center>Always Stay Pretty, Mike Rotchburns
By The Invisible Man
A Country Song</center></h1>
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I grew up overshadowed by snaking beaches
Couldn't catch the eye of no city boy
Here I am devoted to Mike Rotchburns
How I love the way you look in your grey jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye
Where the snaking beaches stand
And the jagged tunnels surround
I'll ride my little truck with you by my side
There's a whisper in the Nashville breeze
Reminding me of White Lady Ghost
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
White Lady Ghost in the morning skies
You appear on the horizon
Brushing that yellow hair from your eyes
The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement beaches like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the birds
Don't live your life like a glutton
Today might feel a time to be like a glutton
But that ain't no way to lead a life
You know, there's a lot I drive by in my little truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay pretty, Mike Rotchburns
Always stay pretty
In Nashville, when I was a child
I met a pretty man
"How can you be so pretty?" asked I
Here was his wise reply
Don't live your life like a glutton
Today might feel a time to be like a glutton
But that ain't no way to lead a life
Met an old lady who lived like a glutton
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise
Don't live your life like a glutton
Today might feel a time to be like a glutton
But that ain't no way to lead a life
That lady's gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had yellow hair once
Little Mike Rotchburns, keep your jeans grey
Always stay pretty, Mike Rotchburns
Always stay pretty
Birds, birds, birds
Birds, birds, birds...
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Thanks for reading,
The Invisible Man
@theinvisibleman