Johnny Hilton

Lyrics

A year ago our young eyes met,
Seeking, searching casting our design
She soothed me like the evening rain
That leaves a crustal dew soft on the pines
The vacuum that had filled my soul was filled
And still she gave more than she told
But now the hobo in me cries
And tries to see the world before I’m old


Warm tears on that summer’s night
Southern towns I grew in, they hold me tight
Changing lovers and it don’t feel right
I’m sorry if I hurt her, I don’t want to hurt her
I ain’t gonna hurt her, no more


Who the hell knows who’s to blame
When things don’t work out just the way you planned
The woman that I thought I loved is gone
And now I feel less than a man
But Moma sings a lullaby and says don’t cry
In time you’ll understand
Still lovers sigh and they wonder why
They can’t quite reach that golden promised land


Warm tears on that summer’s night
Southern towns I grew in, they hold me tight
Changing lovers and it don’t feel right
I’m sorry if I hurt her, I don’t want to hurt her
I ain’t gonna hurt her, no more