there's more pretty girls than one

i love lyle lovett. i don't know him; but, if i did, i imagine i would like him personally; though what i mean here is that i love his music. certainly, he is in my top 5 recording artists.

i remember when he was married to julia roberts. at the time it was very fashionable to ridicule him in print as being the "toad" or "ugly duckling" in their relationship. i felt differently. i figured she was the peter lawford in the arrangement...a marginally talented "beautiful person" trying to increase her value by tagging along with unmeasured talent. very few agreed with me. whatever.

before i discovered lyle lovett; and, eventually, met my sister-in-law (and her family) ; i wasn't aware that there were highly intelligent people who entered and subsequently graduated from texas a&m. i was pleased to be proven wrong.

charlotte and i have seen him 3 or 4 times in concert. the first time, we decided to buy tickets at the last minute. we were literally in the very last row of the majestic theater. it didn't matter, the concert was fantastic. we left the theater and immediately went to a record store to purchase all his music we didn't already own. we still love it all.

tonight i was listening to lyle's music in my car. the lyrics of my two favorite songs are included here. i wonder if i will ever tire of hearing his east texas drawl ease clever and poignant lyrics into a microphone. i hope not.

NOBODY KNOWS ME

And I like cream in my coffee
And I like to sleep late on Sunday
And nobody knows me like my baby
And I like eggs over easy
With flour tortillas
And nobody knows me like my baby

And nobody holds me
And nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my baby

But it was a dream made to order
South of the border
And nobody knows me like my baby
And she cried man how could you do it
And I swore that there weren't nothing to it
But nobody knows me like my baby

And nobody holds me
And nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my baby

And I like cream in my coffee
And I hate to be alone on Sunday
And nobody knows me like my baby



THIS OLD PORCH

This old porch is like a big old red and white Hereford bull
Standing under a mesquite tree
Out in Agua Dulce
And he just keeps on playing hide and seek
With that hot August sun
Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin'
Cause his work is never done

And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas
With lots of cheese and onions
And a guacamole salad
And you can get'em down at the LaSalle Hotel
In old downtown
With iced tea and a waitress
And she will smile every time

And this old porch is the Palace walk-in
On the main street of Texas
That's never seen the day
Of G and R and Xs
With that '62 poster
That's almost faded down
And a screen without a picture
Since Giant came to town

And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired
Seventy years of Texas
Who's doing all he can
Not to give in to the city
And he always takes the rent late
So long as I run his cattle
And he picks me up at dinnertime
And I listen to him rattle

He says the Brazos still runs muddy
Just like she's run all along
And there ain't never been no cane to grind
The cotton's all but gone
And you know this brand new Chevrolet
Hell it was something back in '60
But now there won't nobody listen to him
'Cause they all think he's crazy

And this old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those passerby
Who said we'd never get back up

This old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those sons-of-bitches
Who said we'd never get back up