The Ballad Of Pedro Y Blanco Lyrics

Tryin' to find a place in this mess
And pair off with the one that you like the best
Right away you're out looking for food
Wonderin' if you both made the wrong move

Look out, here come two little ones
And peace in the valley a few days a month
Tremblin' a little, I wait to be found
By a fisherman's daughter with her overalls down

Singin'
They don't make 'em like this anymore
They don't make 'em like this anymore
Anymore

Kids are grown and we're hitting our stride
Both in love and the money's alright
Lucky and careful we dodged our worst fears
But not much of the pain we heaped on each other for all those years

Singin'
They don't make 'em like this anymore
They don't make 'em like this anymore
Because they don't make 'em like this anymore
Anymore

Dreamin' on in a hospital bed
I'm holding her hand and kissing her head
Kids and grandkids in unison howl
Put down your guitar, go enjoy her right now