'Bout a Girl

[Title: 'Bout a Girl] 
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[Verse 1]
He said he found it in a notebook, back in school
All chords and broken verses, didn’t seem like a jewel
But he played it to some label guy down in Tennessee
And now it’s on the radio… but it ain’t about him, it’s about me
[Verse 2]
Ma says, “Let it go, baby, he’s still your kin”
But she don’t know the shape of the fire I been livin’ in
'Cause she never met the girl with the coffee-black eyes
Or heard the way she whispered when she said goodbye
[Chorus]
It was ‘bout a girl who lit me up like June
Like thunder on the mountain, like a slow dance tune
It was 'bout a kiss that burned right through
‘Bout a promise made at half-past two
It was ‘bout a girl…
Now it’s ‘bout a lie
And I’m just a man watchin’ the credits roll by
[Verse 3]
He sings it sweet and sells it smooth
Talks like he walked in my worn-out shoes
But he don’t choke up when he hits that line
‘Bout the way she smiled the last damn time
[Bridge]
This ain’t about pride
It ain’t about fame
It’s about losin’ her once — and now losin’ her name
I’m strummin’ in the dark, just tryin’ to get it right
While he's takin’ bows in the TV light
[Final Chorus – softer, broken voice]
It was 'bout a girl who could’ve saved my soul
Who kissed like truth and left like cold
It was ‘bout the night I let her go
And all the things I’ll never show
It was ‘bout a girl…
Now it’s just a song
That don’t belong to the one who bled it all along
[Outro – soft guitar, half-whispered]
You can steal the chords,
You can sell the line…
But you can’t feel her ghost at closing time.
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[by r wesley edwards] 

Male vocals — weary, intimate, singer-songwriter confessional. Solo acoustic guitar with sparse, finger-picked style.