Simple Thing - Jonathan Wilson

Well I had me an old red harvester

She cranked up every time

But she’d hoe with her silver spade

And turn upon a dime

And even though the moment, it slipped away

Even though the farm was just pissed away

There’s one more song I’d like to play

Knowing it all

It’s just the sort of simple thing

It goes, «Baby, be mine, baby, be mine, baby, be mine

All mine, come on, baby, be mine»

Where I used to hear the Norfolk southern whistle

Blow every night before I went to sleep

And I’d settle down with

And my soul I would pray would keep

But that high whistle has faded away

It was a late night reminder of a dying day

Just one more time I wanna hear it blow

Hey, listen, can you hit rewind?

It’s a little simple thing

It goes, «Baby, be mine, baby, be mine, baby, be mine

All mine, come on, baby, be mine»

And my daddy got to where he couldn’t play his guitar

So he handed it down to me

And he learned me a few old gospel songs

And the murder ballad

And even though his life just whittled away

The present’s a gift is what my daddy used to say, I

Can still him whispering from miles away

filters through the pines

Hey, it’s just a little simple things

It goes, «Baby, be mine, baby, be mine, baby, be mine

Yeah, baby, be mine, baby, be mine, baby, be mine

All mine, come on, baby, be mine

Come on, baby, be mine»

Baby, be mine