I come fresh from the street, Fast on my feet, kind a lean and lazy; Not much meat on my bones, and a whole lot alone, And more than a little bit crazy. The old six string was all i had To keep my belly still, And for each full hour lesson i gave I got a crisp ten dollar bill. She was married for seven years To a concrete castle king. She said she wanted to learn to play the guitar And to hear her children sing. So i'd show up about once a week In my faded tight-legged jeans With a backlog full of hobo stories And dilapidated dreams. She said, "i wanna learn a love song full of happy things." She said, "i wanna learn a love song; won't you let me hear you sing?" She said, "i wanna learn a love song, i wanna hear you play." She said, "i wanna learn a love song before you go away." So i tried to teach her a couple of chords And an easy melody; But it always turned out she'd rather listen To my guitar and me. I could hear her old man laughing in the den, Playing stud poker with the boys While i sang so soft in the living room, To scared to make much noise. I came one week and the den was dark And she met me at the door. And we sat on the couch and we sang and talked Till i could not sing no more. The silence kept on building, Her eyes grew much too wide; And i could her both of our heartbeats, But there was no place to hide. She said, "i wanna learn a love song full of happy things." She said, "i wanna learn a love song; won't you let me hear you sing?" She said, "i wanna learn a love song, i wanna hear you play." She said, "i wanna learn a love song before you go away." Well, i guess you know what happened,