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All
songs written, arranged,
produced & performed by
Marjorie Thompson, except where noted.
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Ernie and Grace
from
Right By Me
Was a Friday in July
The sun was bearing down
The summer night was fallin
And the moon was rising high.
I was sitting in a parking lot
pickin my guitar
A man appeared before me
at the doorway to the bar
Said his name, leaned up close
kissed me so polite
invited me to have a smoke
when darkness draped the night
He came direct from Tennessee
But here he had no home
There was freedom
In a life he lived alone.
There was some story he could tell
Said he'd just returned from hell
Leaned a bit and nearly fell
Then he smiled up and wished me well-
-Oh there but for fortune
Luck goes rollin by
there but for the grace of god
or whoever knows why.
Wild eyes burned about his cheeks
Long hair brushed his ears
he mentioned that they'd sent him up
for seventeen long years
I looked all on his countenance
Looked upon his face
Looked upon the path that led him
Back here from disgrace.
He said his name, a whisper
It was nothing, he assured
was nothing like a life undone by devils,
blood and war
The cross he bore were memories
etched deep into his face
I’m Ernie he said, you must be Grace.
There was some story he could tell
Said he'd just returned from hell
Leaned a bit and nearly fell
Then he smiled up and wished me well
-Oh there but for fortune
luck goes rollin by
there but for the grace of god
or whoever knows why.
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