Always Stay Pretty, Chris
By The Invisible Man
A Country Song

I grew up overshadowed by tall estuaries
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl

Here I am devoted to Chris
How I love the way you look in your green jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the tall estuaries stand
And the dry swamps surround
I'll ride my brown truck with you by my side

There's a whisper in the Winchester breeze
Reminding me of Joey
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Joey in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that black hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement estuaries like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the waves

Don't live your life like a scoundrel
Today might feel a time to be like a scoundrel
But that ain't no way to lead a life

You know, there's a lot I drive by in my brown truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay pretty, Chris
Always stay pretty

In Winchester, when I was a child
I met a pretty man
"How can you be so pretty?" asked I
Here was his wise reply

Don't live your life like a scoundrel
Today might feel a time to be like a scoundrel
But that ain't no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a scoundrel
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don't live your life like a scoundrel
Today might feel a time to be like a scoundrel
But that ain't no way to lead a life

That lady's gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had black hair once

Little Chris, keep your jeans green
Always stay pretty, Chris
Always stay pretty

Waves, waves, waves
Waves, waves, waves...

Thanks for reading,
The Invisible Man
@theinvisibleman