Good To You

In your days out on the prairie
Trying to disprove the Virgin Mary
Wondering to God
If you had ever been born

I was tied fast to the west coast
Just as lonely as the next ghost
Singing my songs
To an empty shore

Oh, love like lightning
You don't have to whisper if it's the truth
Oh, we won't live again
But you'll remember me, I was good to you
Oh babe, I was good to you, oh babe

Tell your friends how you were burned by me
Teach your new man all you learned from me
Like a stray dog
Brought in cause he's warm

Oh, you look at a painting
You don't think about what thе last stroke was
Oh, but the painter grows
And thе painter knows what the last stroke was
Oh babe, I was good to you
Oh babe, I was good to you, oh babe

Oh, I was good to you
Oh, I was good to you
Oh, I was good to you
Oh, I was good to you