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letra de mae smith - dillon bustin

mae smith is a woman with
ringlets of grey hair
an old straw hat with a red ribbon that
hides ’em back with care
she works all day in her garden of flowers
don’t see a soul for hours and hours
she’s singin’ songs that her sisters used to do

charlie smith is a man with
a mind inclined to roam
he loves to ride ’round the countryside
he leaves poor mae at home
he don’t like her goin’ to town
seein’ other folks and foolin’ around
she can’t sing at home like her sisters used to do

charlie will tell how very well
her sistеr’s band could play
they’ve all died but maе still tries
to keep on anyway
he bought her a banjo through the mail
and a mandolin at an auction sale
he likes to hear those songs her sisters used to do

but once i went to represent
a musical archive
scholars there astutely care
to keep your songs alive
at the university
there’s lots of curiosity
they’d like to have those songs her sisters used to do
but mae’s too shy to play when i
visit her at home
charlie don’t like her havin’ no friends
or playin’ out on her own
i see him there on the courthouse square
and wonder how i will ever dare
to get those songs her sisters used to do

one day charlie’s away
and it was rainin’ showers
i dropped by and asked if i
could visit for an hour
“just in case that i forget
may i turn on my cassette?”
i’d like to learn those songs that her sisters used to do

she turned away and then did say
“when you’ve reached my age
memories of families
can hold you like a cage
while we’re here all alone
you hand me that microphone
now you sing me songs my sisters never knew”

- dillon bustin

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