My Wife and I

A little girl from the backwoods of Tennessee
With dreams so big, she couldn't fit 'em in this state.
She grew up fast, some say way too fast,
And she ran off down Georgia way.
Her big dreams led her to this new stage of her life,
Away from her mommy and daddy.
She moved to Athens, down to school,
To get an education, you know, you can't beat.
She talked and carried a big stick,
Claiming there was nothing to stand in her way.
I disagree with her there, and there's a reason
That I think I know this so:
The little girl from Tennessee
Never counted on meeting me.

We happened to meet in a bar in Atlanta
Amongst happy drunkers on New Years Eve.
We had a few beers, perhaps too many, you know,
Because she lifted up her shirt and whoopie!
I had to admit I was impressed with her moxie,
And hoped to match that the best that I could.
Well, we went on back to her house
Because, after all, I was at a hotel,
And we rode up and down all night long
Until we were exhausted the next morning.
I told her that I liked her style,
And she smiled, said she liked mine, too.
She told me she wanted to go home to Tennessee,
And so she came along with me.
When we got home to Tennessee,
We got married in church in the mountains
We lived on, happily ever after,
Had many children, too.

Our children grew up, but we did not;
We just did what we did best.
We made love, not a pretty site in old age,
But we had fun, and fun is all that mattered.
We traveled, had spirit, just lived the good life,
Just me, me and my wife, two kindred spirits.
But then the time came when she was not so well,
And the situation became great.
She died, and I thought so would I,
But I persevered and lived on.
I lived on, remembering her,
And it was all the fuel I would need.
Then it came time for me to meet ol glory,
Making my offspring teary-eyed.
I reveled in the fact that I was to meet my wife,
And I took my last breath and died.