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This song in the second installment in my own little Texas trilogy. The follow-up to "But I Do Love Jim," this one tells the tale of the same longing, the same unrequited love (sorta), the same highway home. The imagery in the lyrics is exactly how I remember that day. It was hot. 103. She took me to the River Walk in San Anton, she did have Kristofferson in the CD player, and her spaghetti strap did fall down. I can't think of much that's sexier than that. She wasn't perfect, Lord knows, but she was perfect for me. So, predictably, I tried to make my move. But I failed. Miserably. But then again, as the song will tell you, in the sweet by and by, you can't say I didn't try. John Baskerville (bass), Philip Sterk (drums), Jeff Petersen (lap steel), and db (guitars, vocals).
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SWEET BY AND BY (103)
She listened to Kris Kristofferson
And her spaghetti strap fell down
She tapped her finger on the steering wheel
As we drove into town
We had some pablanos
And a couple rounds of brew
How could we bring ourselves to what neither one of us could do
But in the sweet by and by
You can’t say I didn’t try
We drove on back to her place
She said her man’d be home soon
I tried to sing her my soliloquy
And fly her to the moon
So she lay down on the floor
And said honey lock the door
I just stood there helpless
But in the sweet by and by
You can’t say I didn’t try
Lord it was hot—103
And so was the way she looked at me
She wasn’t perfect no on can be
But Christ almighty—she was perfect for me
So I headed on back home
My woman said don’t you lie
Pick your head off of the ground
And look me in the eye
I said baby sweet baby
The highway’s my alibi
You know I’d rather do anything
Than to let our love die
But in the sweet by and by
You can’t say I didn’t try
© 2000 Donny Brazile
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