Little Warble - Jeffrey Foucault

Driving down a county road

So in love with you

Landslide on the tape deck

A little warble coming through

1996 you were 22

And we were getting married

That’s the only thing I knew

We shoveled horse shit for an hour

To get you done by five

And then I took you out to supper

At that little country dive

Just outside of Eldridge

With all the old farmers

And their wives

We got into a fight

You were smoking cigarettes

I walked a hundred yards away

And I climbed up on a fence

You always asked me why I loved you

But no reason would suffice

All the words that I could give you

Could never meet your price

Now I’m doing dishes

With my little girl

Landslide comes on the radio

And maybe nothing in this world

Could make time arc back this way

And touch upon itself again

A little warble in my heart

For how I loved you then