Lyrics

[Verse 1] Lefty Clark was a young man He was a hands and Sunday athlete Wrote stories for the paper down on main street Chances he had chances to escape this small town life But his brother was deaf and dumb And couldn't be left behind But depression was going strong then Actors were on the role One hot July a girl came through In a [?] show she was city bred and beautiful A lady to her finger tips As much at home in her velvet shoes Was left he was in hills The fell in love on a courthouse square But pretty soon her show Moved on as she couldn't stay And left he couldn't go [Chorus] So the years passed And left the crew old With only his brother home And we died it was too late To find any place sells and [?] Some night let's have a little whiskey For the summer on his mind And open his trunk And hold two velvet shoes And sit and cry He'd sit and cry [Verse 2] Most of the time he was lefty Who always had a joke Was good to his friends and neighbors And never whispered of being alone He hits sixty-eight all by himself With tobacco on his chin The TV diner in the oven And a few friends dropping in Still wants each food you chances There's just us in the world Late that year if you finally heard From the long lost velvet girl She was still so beautiful Tall, silver haired and [?] They'd take walks like they used to take Before the last summer ran out [Outro] She said better late than never Like you said you took a while She smoke her life with sadness And he spoke with a smile He'd sit and smile He'd sit and smile He'd sit and smile