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Keep Her

Tongue tied and hitching a ride
Couldn't say no
You could say so

Trying to be the man I can be
goodness can beguile
when life is on trial

I often try
but, I canít cry

I can help in anyway
I canít be cured
of this I can be sure

It can be hard to but it always works
I know when Iím wrong
It don't take long

I often try
but, I canít cry

Clowns lay prey to a pretty face
straight man gets the frown
honor can be found

In a way innocent horse play
is a relic of the past
a remnant all to fast

I often try
but, I canít cry