Poetry of Tom Greggs
  • Poems 1
    • Fair For Any Bird
    • Untitled II
    • Old Photo / Black Luger
    • Stirrer of Seas
    • On The Stair
    • Red Delicious
    • The Occasional Poem
    • Emerging
    • Proper Use of the Scythe
    • Anemone
    • Hole in the Wall
    • Muddy Waters
    • Gauguin in Ketchikan
    • Red Tailed Hawk
    • Poet, Adjusted
    • April
  • Poems 2
    • Jack Straws
    • A Titanic
    • Unclothing
    • Counting Cop Cars
    • Cargo Cult
    • Island Bird
    • River Stones
    • Boy in Victory
    • The Difference Between Burying and Planting
    • Vietnam Memorial In Rain
    • How Relationships End
    • Clearing of the Land
    • Periwinkle
    • Surge Channel
    • An Artist Gives Birth
    • White Church in a Deep Field
  • Short Poems
    • Beach Cabin
    • Untitled
    • Short Poem 1
    • Drive Time Jazz
    • Road to Walla Walla
    • These Things
    • Short Poem 2
    • Short Poem 3
    • The Undulate
    • Short Poem 4
    • Living Twice
    • You-Me
  • Sock Drawer
    • Washaway Beach
    • A Splendid Christmas Corpse
    • Who Laid the Bone
    • Everybody's Packin'
    • She's the Next Best Thing
  • Contact Me


SHE’S THE NEXT BEST THING


There was a girl from the outer coast 

with a voice like a memory                             

who sang of those that went before

with a soulful reverie. 

             
             ......................



We met her near the ocean camp

she was barely twelve years old

she joined our singin’ circle 

and the stories did unfold.



With a little battered music box

playing songs in the Nashville style

she sang until the midnight hour

(Mamma said she could stay for awhile)



      She’s the next best thing out of Aberdeen

     yeah we’re all gonna know her name

     She’s the next best thing out of Aberdeen

     on a rollin' road to fame



She sang away the swirling mist

the stars, they opened wide

her song became a leaping flame

that turned away the tide



She said her daddy was a prairie

her mamma was the waves on the sea

she’s just a girl from the outer coast 

with a voice like a memory



      She’s the next best thing out of Aberdeen

     I’ll bet you my last dime

     you’ll have to go to Branson MO

     to see her in her prime

          
           ........................


She said her daddy was a prairie

her mamma was the waves on the sea            

She’s just a girl from the outer coast 

with a voice like a memory


















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