Mark Gothard: Music
Youngstown
(Mark Gothard)
I don't even remember his name
Back in Youngstown
Well it really don't matter anyways,
I don't even remember pulling the pin down
Well it's been three long days
Since I had to leave you
With your eyes looking at me that ways
I know your wonderin' if'n my heart's true
And I already know
How I'll try to say to you
That what you don't know
Is I was about to tell you
We were all laughing at the fair
You and me and little Johnny
'Till we heard the man and saw his wide-eyed stare
His finger pointed at me
There ain't nothing up ahead
But dust and mesquite trees
'Till they get it into their heads
I'll always have that finger pointed at me
And I already know
How I'll try to say to you
That what you don't know
Is I was about to tell you