She's up to her elbows in the grease of life
She's rolling back her sleeves
That rough-hewn grace
On a farm girl's face
Makes it hard to leave
Yes it's too much to bear
The thought of her childhood
That sweet girl all alone
The lessons she never learned
The love that was not returned
The poison seeds were sown
And she's dreaming
She's dreaming
That I might be the one
To lead her to the setting sun
To take her far away
To take her far away
It's a quiet strength that draws me close
I can't look away from the spark
She's the machine and I'm the gasoline
Speeding along in the dark
And she's dreaming
She's dreaming
That I might be the one
To lead her to the setting sun
To take her far away
To take her far away
My sweet sweet Emmylou
My sweet sweet Emmylou
A boy is not the answer to your blues
She never tasted her mother's sweet milk
Never drank from love's deep well
And I'm beginning to see that this might be
Her tale alone to tell
And I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming
I'm dreaming
Be it Boston or Austin
I'll be lost in the city
Dreaming of my Emmylou
My sweet sweet Emmylou
My sweet sweet Emmylou
A boy is not the answer to your blues
My sweet sweet Emmylou
My sweet sweet Emmylou
A boy is not the answer to your blues |
