She had a voice like velvet
As she purred a Waylon song
I stood there foot tapping
In my mind singing along.
I threw some coins in her case,
Was rewarded with a smile
And sitting on a bench
Listened for a while.
She came and sat beside me
Said it was time for a rest
Did I like country music
Who did I think was the best.
She said she was from Tennessee
Was A genuine Nashville girl
Had played the cafes and bars
Now was giving Europe a whirl
She played a Hank Jr blues
When she got back on her feet
Good old southern blues
Sliding sweetly down the street.
She was never there again
So I supposed she had gone
Packed up her belongings
And moved randomly on.
Somewhere else in Europe
Plenty of countries she'd never been
I sometimes wonder if she made it.
Not yet seen her on the Nashville scene.
I only know she had a voice like velvet,
Could really purr a Waylon song,
As I'd stood there listening with one
Foot tapping to help the tune along.
