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Backstory:

This is a true story, back from the 1970's.  I'm sure she's long gone now, but I'll always remember that day!  And, the times I did go back!                                        

Lyrics:

                                                  
I Felt Bad For Her
(Verse)
Went fishing at Big Creek Lake,
down near Mobile, Alabama.
Had to stop and grab some bait,
found a store run by old gramma.

Floors in there were made of dirt,
with walls built from cinder blocks.
That’s where gramma lived and worked,
ran the store and the boat docks.

(Chorus 1)
At first I felt bad for her.
She didn’t have much at all.
But she had a big old smile for sure,
that was making me feel small.
I had gone and judged her life,
as if it was something bad.
But it cut me like a knife;
she was happy with what she had.

(Verse)
She talked about the folks she’d met,
how they’d come back now and then.
Bought all the lures I could get;
told me please come back again.

That night when we’d had our day,
she was sitting out on her porch.
She looked so withered and gray,
in the dim light of that torch.

(Repeat Cho 1)

(Bridge)
I learned that day what mattered;
and it wasn’t what you owned.
My belief in that was shattered;
thought about it while I drove.

(Chorus 2)
I realized how lucky she was.
How she made me feel so small.
She was happy just because,
she was free to love it all.
She lived where I went to fish,
at night it was all her own,
to enjoy the stars and crickets,
in that place that she called home.

(Tag)
Yes, at first, I felt bad for her.