I love women
Have all my life
I love my dear mother

And I love my wife
God bless her
I even love

My teenage daughter
There's no accounting for it
Apparently I don't care

How I'm treated
My love is unconditional
Or something


I've been hurt a time or two
I ain't gonna lie

I have my doubts sometimes
About the ethics
Of the so-called fairer sex

Fair about what?
But I find time goes by
And one forgives

As one forgets
And one does forget


God bless the potholes
Down on memory lane
God bless the potholes

Down on memory lane
Everything that happens
To me now

Is consigned
To oblivion by my brain


I remember my father
My brother of course
I remember my mother

I spoke of her earlier
And I remember that
I remember the smell

Of cut grass
And going off to play ball
In the morning

Funny story about that

Now I used to pitch

I could get the ball
Over the plate
But anyway, this one time

I must of thrown a football
Around or something
The day before

I walked about fourteen kids
In a row
Cried

Walked off the mound
Handed the ball
To the third baseman

And just left the field

Anyway,

Many years later
I brought the woman
Who was to become my

Second wife
God bless her
To meet my father

For the first time
They exchanged pleasantries
I left the room for a moment

It was the first time
He had met her you understand
When I came back

He was telling her the story
Right off the bat
About how

I had walked fourteen kids
Cried and left the mound
Next time he met her
Told her the same
!@%& story!


God bless the potholes
Down on memory lane
God bless the potholes
Down on memory lane

I hope some real
Big ones open up
And take some
Of the memories
That do remain