I started writing this Hank Williamesque song in the commode in our room at The High Plains Homestead in the extreme NW part of Nebraska. It's an ethereal place. Old river beds exposing millions of years of sediment deposits. Something kicked in the old country in me and I pursued it to the end. I love the double guitar lead and the triple guitars on the entrance and exit. A little Bob Wills and some Hank with the proper amount of Monroeville sprinkled in. Hope you enjoy it.

Lyrics

What kind of fool do you take me for
Beside the fool that I am
The kind that falls in love with you
Knowing you’ll never understand
Who passes by your window just to get a glimpse
Who has you on his mind all the time though it makes such little sense

What kind of fool do I need to be to keep you in my heart
To never hear a word from you whether near or far apart
Who dreams constantly to be the one who’s by your side
Who would give up everything he owns and swallow all his pride

Being a fool comes too easily for me
There’s no guard to let down
No walls to fall to set me free
A breeze blows a bird sings I fall eternally
Being a fool comes too easily for me

What kind of fool do I have to be
To think this is how to live
To throw away my love
When it has so much to give
There’s no echo down love’s canyon
Cuz no words have been said
Everything I thought I felt was made up in my head

Being a fool comes too easily for me
There’s no guard to let down
No walls to fall to set me free
A breeze blows a bird sings I fall eternally
Being a fool comes too easily for me
A breeze blows a bird sings I fall eternally
Being a fool comes too easily for me
Being a fool comes too easily for me