Martha from Jamboney by Mead Lake's Most Wanted

Martha, do you remember makin'
Art when we was kids
All them days struggling to stay in line
Picture books and finger paint
Coloring by numbers
Late into the night
Till the dinner bell would chime

And Martha, do you remember high school
Them books we'd never read
The poetry of wastin' so much time
Skipping class and skipping stones
On beaches that we held alone
Shootin' stars lit bonfires
In our minds

Oh, Martha, do you remember
Martha, do you remember
Martha, we was two of a kind

Martha, do you remember holding
Hands on your mama's porch swing
I played you a song on my steel-string guitar
Johnny Cash and Townes Van Zandt
I wish I'd taken a photograph
Drinkin' lemonade from a Ball blue mason jar

And Martha, do you remember makin'
Love beneath the full moon
We tempted fate and oh it tasted sweet
Grass stains and wrinkled shirts
When you walked away you know it hurt the worst
The day I lost you
I began my losing streak

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