She's Good - Ron Pope

Leather jacket

Trip to Colorado, drinking from the bottle

Don’t wanna waste the glass

In the morning, I pray she’ll still be with me

Like the remnants of this whiskey, she’ll keep clouding up my mind

She wrote letters to the orphanage the year that she aged out

Came to town to pass the weekend and then never turned around

I was sixteen and a half years old, did what she said I should

Yeah, she’s good

I kept wandering

Singing 'bout my mother, trying to call my brother

Leaving messages at home

Despite my blessings

I felt hemmed in by the city, like a bird trapped in a chimney

Always crashing into walls

When I got back home to Georgia she was nowhere to be found

'Til she sat right down beside me and said I should be the next round

I would cry but I think first things first, I’ll probably knock on wood

Yeah, she’s good

She don’t wanna need, anything like me

Now she’s laughing

Saying I’m so simple.

My fingers trace a dimple on the right side of her spine

Her Christian kindness, ran out of gas in Memphis

But her wanderlust is endless

So she kept on down the road

I don’t think that either one of us is ever going home

And I know enough about her to be sure there’s things I’ll never know

I can’t tell you how this ends, but bet you that she could

Yeah, she’s good.

It’s true.

She’s good