Telling a Stone

(© 2001 C. Townsend & D. Parker, Wild GinSang Music, BMI)

I’m sitting here listening to the radio.
It’s Friday night and I’m watching it snow.
You’re two hundred miles on down the road
And prob’ly ‘bout as happy as a dog out in the cold.
My friends tell me not to love you baby;
It’s like telling a stone not to roll.

I don’t know what demons drove you ‘round the block
Or what voodoo magic kept your heart locked in a box.
I tried to make you happy, ah to make you smile,
But now and then I had to be a woman like me for a while.
They tell me not to love you baby;
It’s like telling a stone not to roll.

When I tried to reach you I poured out my soul.
Everything I gave you disappeared into a hole.
You’d talk, talk baby, all about you and me,
But even through a looking glass there was only you to see.
My friends tell me not to love you baby;
It’s like telling a stone not to roll.

I’m sitting here sinking in the Friday night blues
Don’t much feel like going out in my dancing shoes
It’s all over baby, no place to go away
And too many folks on the radio with nothing good to say.
My friends tell me not to love you baby;
It’s like telling a stone not to roll.

I was drawn to you darlin’ like you were my drug of choice
When I heard myself talking I didn’t know the voice.
Thought I was superwoman but I can’t take this load
Time to quit this crazy habit and get on down the road.
My friends tell me not to love you baby;
But I’m already on the roll.


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