Song about a man who turned to drinking to deal with loss but later found faith in God...

Me and Doctor Jack

Three Wooden Crosses On A Hill

by-Matthew F. Blowers III


A Place To Love.
The truth is
I just need a place,
even if I can't
place her face,
somewhere there's
a six foot space,
on a bed of moss
with some loving Grace.

On the space shuttle
we could float together
as I become her only tether,
On Mount Rushmore
where we'll both rush less,
and add two faces of happiness.

Behind the mall in a Cadillac,
where Victoria's secret's
are finally cracked,
Down the turnpike
on a greyhound bus,
just leave the backseat
drive to us.

In the White House
where we'' ll paint it red,
with some government pork
on the president's bed,
On a rooftop just
like Santa Clause,
sliding up her chimney
without pause.

And if she says
she needs a reason,
I'll blame it on
her constant teasing,
those goodnight kisses,
that final hug,
when inside there's
a soft bear rug.

Or I'll look at her
and eagerly say,
that "It's National Copulation Day,
don't ya think we should
celebrate in someway.

God gave us two pieces
of a puzzle that make
a most lovely picture
for heaven's sake.

There are billions
of reasons and great
places to share,
the act that shows
how much we care,
just one time please
give me a chance,
to show my moves
in a horizontal dance.

Then when "Yes" plays
across her face,
I'm sure we'll settle
for anyplace

Wer liebt

Peter Maffay

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