Run Like Water

©1997, Scott Ainslie.
All rights reserved.

Needle in a haystack, diamond in the rough.
Bright like a mirror, and blind like love.
Run like water, taste like wine;
Walk into town—about supper time.

If the water’s high, roll up those pants;
We got lips to kiss—and feet to dance.
You know (a) great big girl—good for your soul,
Let the banjo ring, let the guitar roll.

INSTRUMENTAL CHORUS

I was cornbred righteous—on black-eyed peas,
Biscuits and gravy—like you never seen!
They say bounty comes from tended seeds,
Everything—-a body needs.

I confess to other loves,
But not so many as the stars above;
Made me happy, made me blue,
Taught me something about loving you.

Well, the kettle sings–it’s mornin’ tune,
Dog in the bed—be getting up soon.
Now, the coffee’s hot—and the table’s set:
Roust your bones, you sleepy head.

INSTRUMENTAL CHORUS

Needle in a haystack, diamond in the rough.
Bright like a mirror, and blind like love.
Run like water, taste like wine;
Walk into town about supper time.