Dallas Wayne - Raelene WheelerLyrics

Raeleen wheeler was the first girl I loved Through the last year of high school, we were thicker than blood Holed up in Mississippi, and starvin' for fun We made love and dreamed up places to run I was burnin' that summer with the big dreams I had And the songs I'd written, well, the world needed bad But a pretty girl needs more comfort and gold Than a beat-up black notebook is likely to hold Hey, Raelene, it's a wide world between pearl river and the bright L.A. lights And if I'd done it all without dreamin' I'd still be in Jackson tonight Hollywood hopefuls ain't an endangered breed But luck is like lightnin', and it sure struck me The hit songs, the women, the standing-room halls And twenty years of hard labor, holdin' on to it all Louisiana i-20 headed east from Monroe A bus bound for Jackson and a homecoming show Staring through the dark glass at the flat miles beyond Tryin' not to look at a face that is gone Hey, Raelene, a wife at 19, but I heard you made out all right And every now and again, I wonder are you somewhere in Jackson tonight Well, we killed 'em, we crushed 'em, burned the place to the ground And in the dressing room quiet, I was still coming down When in the doorway appeared an old flame, full-grown Looking pretty as ever, and entirely alone She said the divorce nearly broke her, she was learning to stand And as she talked it came clearer that she wanted a hand So I drew her close to me, and I kissed my sweet rae And the miles and the memories just melted away Then I glanced in the mirror, and in a split second's time Just before recognizing that old face as mine I saw a strange, sad man in a cheap rhinestone shirt And a woman he held onto like his last hope on earth He was worn and trod down as the road he'd been on And his eyes were half-dead, lookin' too hard, too long His life measured in nights that flashed and grew dim Leaving no one really happy, least of all him Then the loading gate slammed, and I let my arms fall We traded numbers, small talk, promised to call And as she faded from me, and the night closed around I picked up a black notebook and I let it spill down Hey, Raelene, it's a long way between the wantin' and the makin' it right And if I was the one that you needed I'd never leave Jackson tonight (Tag) yeah, if I had it all to do over I'd still be in Jackson tonight