I knew a man whose wife left him for some Italian fellow. He was bluegrass. She was, well….. let’s just say she got above her raising. He’s remarried now, and doing well.
One day he recalled how she said she was so sorry, but he thought her tears were likely gone before the plane took off. If occurred to me if his wife had been bluegrass it never woulda happened; she’d a taken a train.
The more I thought about it, I decided there needed to be a few more bluegrass jet plane songs. The trains dominate the genre, and rightly so. As somone wrote, there ain’t nothing romantic about a tarmack. There wasn’t much romantic about this guy’s first wife either, so it fits.
They took flight today
Dried up right away
Ain’t like a railroad song
The thing about these tarmack tears
Is they won’t last too long
She called the house to tell me
She’d booked a flight to Rome
She said there warn’t nothing left
To keep her here at home
She met some guy Italian
From his hairdo to his shoes
Ain’t nothing ‘talian bout me ‘cept the day old pizza blues
I walked her through the turnstile
She shed a tear or two
At a gift shop stop she somehow got
Stricken with the blues
Bought her one last Starbucks
And put her on the plane
I hope she bought a one way flight And don’t come home again
What she don’t know is when she’s gone
I’m gonna be just fine
The high pitched whine of a jet turbine
Don’t tug this heart of mine
Like the lonely moan late at night
Of the old steam whistle blues
That stirs my soul some sad way She ain’t never knew
O.K. Get on me for being silly if you want, but I see enough bad stuff in my work. For me music is just pure fun and an escape from the reality of the Doctor world.