Can’t Go Back William Elliott Whitmore

Everything’s quiet, the trees are still
I can’t go back to town, I don’t know if I will
Give my regards to the courthouse judge
Tell ‘em to go to hell, and I don’t hold no grudge

I hate these walls that lock us in
I want to wander the hills and the fields again
Sleep all night under the moonlit sky
Spend some time alone, just you and I

I don’t have a dollar, I don’t have a dime
Just say you’ll be with me for all time
If you could love me just as I am
This brash, bitter, and bullheaded man

Now that it’s June, here’s what we’ll do
We’ll howl at the moon and patch the old canoe
Put it in the water, let it take us where it may
Head on downstream and just float away

I don’t have a dollar, I don’t have a dime
Just say you’ll be with me for all time
If you could love me just as I am
This brash, bitter, and bullheaded man

Everything’s quiet, the trees are still
I can’t go back to town, I don’t know if I will