Lyrics Ron Pope – She’s Good

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

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