Festival Love

Mark Graham



Standing round picking some bluegrass

I had me a half dozen beers

A bottle of Jack in my pocket, my friend

Well I hadn't felt that good in years

She was standing there picking the banjo

She was picking and looking just fine

My heart it went wild when she looked up and smiled

And passed me her bottle of wine



It was festival love in the moonlight

Sure as the stars shone above

And there in a flash I was feeling such passion

That old demon festival love



She asked for a drink of my whiskey

And I bummed her last cigarette

We were feeling just fine as we strolled towards the pines

To play fiddle and banjo duets

We played there for nearly an hour

And I put my hand on her knee

In about half a second we was necking and pecking

All down on the ground 'neath those trees



It was festival love in the moonlight

Sure as the stars shone above

Three in the morning it came without warning

That old demon festival love



We started for her tent together

When the world seemed to twist and to veer

I insulted my shoes with three kinds of booze

And passed out at the feet of my dear

When I woke from my drug-induced slumber

The sunlight was hurting my eyes

I was shocked to discover my festival lover

Had her arm around some other guy

It was festival love in the daylight

Sure as the sun shone above

But I knew in my sorrow there was always tomorrow

That old demon festival love



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