Lyrics & translations of Mary Chapin Carpenter

He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes And I remember him sitting in that local bar where I ea

She makes his coffee, she makes his bed She does the laundry, she keeps him fed When she was twenty-one she wore her mother's lace She said "forever" with a smile upon her face She does the car-po