Thank You, Derrick Watson

My mother brought me into this garden first Taught me to weed by working deep down in the earth And while I was clutching dirt, I was struck, I was hurt All that grows so thirsts Once my father said he would read me to bed Worn down from the job he had to keep me fed But I was too old and I, blushing red, yelled instead Never was the same ahead Now, every night I come to town All I ever think about Are all the times I let you down For all the times I let you down Thank you, Derrick Watson, in a hundred years you'll be read For shade 'neath and orange sun With a mighty pen and a level head And although it may be little praise My friends and I think you're great For what you've done today Now I spend most my time in this room, writing tunes Locked up in my point of view, feeling blue But as soon as I put on my shoe and walk outside, and I'm with you That's when I learn something new Still every morn I stumble through A silver light so bright and true 'Til it turns a-gray rain coming soon Yeah, turns a-gray rain coming soon