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The Way it Played By Mack Hollowpoint Arrangement by M.H.B. Way past where most of my memory don’t land I think on a time, dandelion wine, and a woman that kissed like springtime I remember her lashes, her soft long hair The way she played horseshoes and the jeans she’d wear I loved her right there I was mouthy to my clan but shy to her eyes She carried a smile, even once when I seen her cry She held a purity that couldn’t be denied She sent me a letter It read, “It’s been thirty years When you went away, you left me in tears I tried them all, but they’re gone I only kept the songs There’s room on the stage I’ll make room for you Hope to see you soon” Been a long time for a gal that ain’t ever been mine Eight hundred and fifty miles to pluck love from a vine Some hearts hold a secret that some eyes can see When I walked in, she remembered me as a boy and smiled like a girl She punched the jukebox, walked into me, and said Give me a twirl, you know I’m your girl The song played out but we had nothing but time She made room on stage and sang a couple of mine A few calls were made from behind the bar Folks, potluck, and dandelion wine started coming through the door Her heart shined like never before Been a long time for a gal that ain’t ever been mine Eight hundred and fifty miles to pluck love from a vine Some hearts hold a secret that some eyes can see When I walked in, she remembered me as a boy and smiled like a girl She punched the jukebox, walked into me, and said Give me a twirl, you know I’m your girl I ain’t saying our first date came too late We’re more mature and have learned to love more than hate You can’t top that first date We found a cabin on the edge of town Thursdays we hit the bar One song from the jukebox as I twirl her around Then it’s up on stage and she sings like she owns the place Then she yells, come on baby, play it like it’s our third date