Song Lyrics

Nineteen

The world was so large; I was so lean.
Not a bone in my body was hateful or mean.
Didn’t owe anybody; nobody owed me.
Was poor but happy, back when I was nineteen.

On campus, I was not your brightest light.
But I made my classes, and kept my studies up tight.
I loved the ladies with all my might,
and sometimes did in the still of the night.

CHORUS

That was back when I had not a clue
what the future held for me or for you.
Drifting along as if nothing did matter
‘cept for love in my life and food on my platter.

Looking back in the past at my nineteen,
she was my love…  my everything.
Was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen,
back then when I was only nineteen.

But life rolled on, and she bailed out.
That pain, ya’ know, I could have done without.
To keep on breathing, I had my doubts,
before I even knew what life was all about.
(Repeat Chorus)
Took quite a while for the wound to heal.
Friends told me that it was not a big deal.
Suck it up they said, say not a word.
If seen on campus, just flip her the bird
(Repeat Chorus)
Yes, I drifted along as if nothing did matter
‘cept for love in my life and food on my platter.

 

© Copyright 2002, Gene Gatwood

'Til The Laughter Comes Again

Each rising dawn, each perfect day
brings hopes and joys, which never last.
So to these rooms we once did share,  
I often come and drain my glass.

I see your face; I feel your hand.
Can't forget, and know I never will.
Though in time these wounds do heal,
thoughts of you will linger still.

CHORUS

'Til the laughter comes again
there'll be no happiness for me 'til then.
Walk this cold and lonely land; try to do the best I can,
'til the laughter comes again.

Those things we did while you were here
mean more to me now than before.
Like the place where we would go.
Even friends will never know
the tender love we shared.

I don't know now what to do.
Since you've gone, my will just died away.
All my dreams of yesterday
are all packed and stored away
'til the laughter comes again.
(Repeat chorus)
Walk this cold and lonely land; try to do the best I can,
‘til the laughter comes again.

 

© Copyright, 2002, Ann & Gene Gatwood