Story Behind The Song
A MESH OF RELATIONSHIPS
Song Description
THIS STARTED OUT BEING A STORY ABOUT A SPECIFIC GIRL. LATER, IT BECAME MORE OF AN EXAMPLE ANALOGY. IT IS THE FICKLENESS OF THE GRASS BEING GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE ALWAYS, AND SOMETIMES THE GIRL FROM LARUE IS BETTER AS A FRIEND THAN A LOVER.
Song Length |
5:03 |
Genre |
Folk - General, Folk - Rock |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Cheerful, Heartbreaking |
Subject |
Girls, Women, Attracted, Crush |
Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
Girl From Larue
There?s a girl who lives in Larue, always bringin? me down, makin? me feel blue
I guess there ain?t no stories to talk about, there ain?t no end
I guess there ain?t no doubt she?ll always be my friend.
EEWWW?EWWW? Girl From Larue
Where the grass is green and the skies they are so blue.
The red haired rooster came walkin? in one day
With all his fine things and the right words to say.
He offered her the stars and that he would take her a way
To the castle in the hills where they could love and stay
Then one day a cowboy came riding up.
A manly man if I must say, man she was diggin? his pick up truck.
She always wanted a cowboy, she heard they were the best.
She rode away into the sunset and into the west.
Her hearts been broke and sunk in the see of love
By mad-eyed men she?s still thinking of.
And now I know her name but there?s nowhere to begin.
The girl from Larue will always be my friend.
The bottle of hope is empty when your pockets aren?t too deep.
When there?s no more left to envy poor boys come across cheap.
The rags you wear there ain?t no way that it could be you.
There ain?t no use of holdin? the girl from Larue.
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She returns to the fire where she burns like a liar,
Cold toes, cold nose, cold heart, and cold desire
She weeps diamonds of lust and all her love is a fainting dust.
But now he?s like you standing like a statue
In a parade down on Park Place avenue
So proud so loud, so fine, so divine. So much like you.
It?s not poetry, it?s not art or song
When it?s right it?s wrong there?s no need to be strong
Just move on down the road, so dark, so cold, and so alone.