When I Was Still a Girl
© 2004 Jayme Kelly Curtis

When I was still a girl I longed to be a cowboy
Miss Dale Evans held no strong appeal for me
A rambling man, guitar in hand,
Was who I yearned to be
Just like Woody, Jack, and Jerry Jeff and Pete

When I was still a girl I longed to be a bluesman
Bessie Smith had not yet stepped into my scene
Robert Johnson was a king to me
Blind Lemon's mournful legacy
Made me wail "please see that my grave is kept clean."
        
It was a man's wild world
And I was just a tough girl on the run
In an old man's suit, and sturdy boots
Traveling on my thumb
I’d jam a cigarette between the strings
Of my old guitar and try to sing
Like Woody, Jack, and Jerry Jeff, and Pete

When I was still a girl I settled for a cowboy
Started wearing rings and sandals on my feet
Laid down my old guitar,
Never rambled far
But something deep in me still pined for
Woody, Jack and Jerry Jeff, and Pete

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