Your face is flushed like geese my Labrador has chased out in the marsh,
And in my head intentions like a 12 gauge pointed to their hearts
Their heart, their hearts, their hearts
Their hearts, their hearts their hearts

Pulling triggers, biting bullets, waiting for you with my gun
Thinking no one claims that yellow grass was murdered by the sun
It's just done, just done, just done
Then you come, you come, you come

Speak softly, good old boys
In her ear
And with your pretty words paint pictures of things
Away from here
And with your warmer breath
Whisper till they won't disappear
Speak softly, good old boys
In her ear

I left you on the counter and you're spoiled to me like milk
Even with cold remarks and countenance, you were as good as spilled
You were as good as killed

And if we only had one helmet I would still hand it to you
But arms and waists would make us wrecks so tell me truly, what's the use?
We're still riding, just us two
So much left to undo

Speak softly, good old boys
In her ear
And with your pretty words paint pictures of things
Away from here
And with your warmer breath
Whisper till they won't disappear
Speak softly, good old boys
In her ear


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Speak Softly, Good Old Boys song meanings
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    Lyric CorrectionI have the booklet from his album and the opening line is:

    "Your face is flushed like geese my Labrador has chased out in the marsh"
    monkeysuitmanon September 29, 2010   Link

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