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LYAL STRICKLAND

Preservation

Her Way Back Home

Lyal Strickland

Last time in her house he held her Bible in his hands
Muttered underneath his breath “I hope she understands”
Moved her in on a Tuesday to a room somewhere in town
We’ll treat her like a queen they said She don’t even need a crown

Far cry from perfect, closer to Hell
They’d call him every time she fell
And he’d tell them she’s tough as nails
They couldn’t keep her down, she’d walk those halls all night
Looking for her one chance to still put up a fight

Chorus:
She’d walk her way back home, taking no one’s path but her own
She’d loved and she’d lost, got mad and paid the cost
Stubborn as sin and she’ll fight till the end to see him

He’d stop in every day when his health was still all right
Got fewer and far between till he finally saw the light
And she’d say “Where’d he go, where’s that man, 
The one with the smiling eyes, the one that held my hand”


Fifty years of marriage, ten of divorce
Wasn’t really her talking when she didn’t take him for worse
Should have seen it coming, she’d always cause a scene
Never took much notice just thinking she was mean

CHORUS

Last week of her life, man it was something else
What family we had left and the cards that she was dealt
She’d raised two of her own but to look in her eyes
You couldn’t miss the innocence of a child pushing five
When she’d say “Where’d he go, where’s that man, 
The one with the smiling eyes, the one that held my hand”

CHORUS

Last time in her house I held her Bible in his hands,
Muttered underneath my breath “I know she understands’"