Jeffrey Foucault - Little Warble lyrics

Driving down a county road So in love with you Landslide on the tape deck A little warble coming through 1996 you were 22 And we were getting married That’s the only thing I knew We shoveled horse sh** for an hour To get you done by five And then I took you out to supper At that little country dive Just outside of Eldridge With all the old farmers And their wives We got into a fight You were smoking cigarettes I walked a hundred yards away And I climbed up on a fence You always asked me why I loved you But no reason would suffice All the words that I could give you Could never meet your price Now I’m doing dishes With my little girl Landslide comes on the radio And maybe nothing in this world Could make time arc back this way And touch upon itself again A little warble in my heart For how I loved you then