A Young Felon Dates an Old Woman - Ian Noe

Well I’d get her cane from the car

She’d never asked me to, I just knew she couldn’t walk that far

Without it she was bound to scar

And in the store we’d stand

Goin' over the discounts hand-in-hand

And the people would stare

She’d look 'em right in the eye and say, «What do you care?

That was my lady

A World War Two baby

She put her house up to save me

And kept me out of the can

You know I was her kind of man

Well I’d pack it all in the house

And get the traps out to catch some mouse

She’d been swearin' was crawlin' on the counter at night

But it wasn’t so

No, we caught that mouse many moons ago

Yet nevertheless

Had to set every one, it was for our best

That was my lady

A World War Two baby

A little high-strung and crazy

A bit hard to understand

You know I was her kind of man

Well the night time was worst of all

She’d get up, you know she’d always fall

And I could hear her crashin' 'round the carpet in pain

I never made no fuss

I’d just flip the light on, remind her where she was

And take her to piss

Now if that ain’t love, then tell me just what is

That was my lady

A World War Two baby

She’s crawlin' right up to eighty

She’s got me down on the plan

You know I was her kind of man