Young Love Don’t Age Well

Young Love Don’t Age Well

Picnicking with a beautiful broom stick blonde
Potato salad kiss got my heart fiddling “Jole Blon”
Playing checkers on a blanket
Covered in her locks and lace
Fire ants got us picking up the pace

Broken church bells ringing out a Gershwin tune
Night birds slow dancing on a summer moon
Me and that Tennessee Texan falling fast
Two pianos down an elevator shaft

We’re holding hands
Everywhere we go
Making future plans
Like there’s No tomorrow
And if it’s fools gold
We’ll keep fooling ourselves
Too young to know
That Young love, young love don’t age well

Her hometown’s so country
It don’t even know it’s small
Momma’s sweet as meringue
Daddy’s hard as an old brick wall
Ring in my pocket burning a hole
Diamond took all my dollars can’t afford a lump of coal

Daddy’s Cigar smoke
Wraps a rope around my neck
I begged for her hand but he won't let me forget
A little joy ride I stole at seventeen
The past is the ghost the monster and the machine

We’re holding hands
Everywhere we go
Making future plans
Like there’s No tomorrow
And if it’s fools gold
We’ll keep fooling ourselves
Too young to know
That Young love, young love don’t age well