Young Friend - Brooke Waggoner

Young friend there are

Unspoiled sides o' country

Those hills make ya moon and make ya swooney

And they have wiped away

The bloom from your strawberry brow

With their wispy clutch and wispy gown

I got along just fine 'til I knew ya

The saddest days were the ones that I’d lose ya

But now I am free so long I’ll see ya

Next year when I’m strong and I mean it

Young friend there are

Silos of things that make you want to grow

In the west on farms that sound like string-lit bows

And they will keep you close and they

And they will keep you in good company

Like the sad ol' tunes that make you moody

I got along just fine 'til I knew ya

The saddest days were the ones that I’d lose ya

But now I am free so long I’ll see ya

Next year when I’m strong and I mean it

You gave me the frowns

You gave me the frowns

You gave me the frowns

You gave me the frowns

You gave me the frowns

You gave me the frowns