Joe Purdy Laura Wilson
Well I dreamt that I saw Laura Wilson
In a vision like when we were kids
And I tired to tell her I'm sorry
For leaving the way that I did
And I heard she married a preacher
And I saw her picture one time
And I knew I had nothing to offer
For this life is the highway kind
But I'm getting too old for fairy tale stories
Lovers that live on the run
Heroes that ride like lightin
Hit songs that never get sung
Well if the hands on the clock worked backwards
And I could right all thе things I've done wrong
Then I'd stay with Laura Wilson
In thе hills of Arkansas
Well there somethings that I might do different
Some stories that I wouldn't change
Some people I wished I known better
Some nights that I just couldn't trade
Might spend more time in the sunshine
And picking more traveling songs
Laughing out loud
Singing for crowds
Instead of sitting here singing alone
But I'm getting too old for fairy tale stories
Lovers that live on the run
Heroes that ride like lightin
Hit songs that never get sung
Well if the hands on the clock worked backwards
And I could right all the things I've done wrong
Then I'd stay with Laura Wilson
In the hills of Arkansas
Well there's places I've seen in my life time
Still some places that I've never been
Some places I'd love to go back to
Some places I couldn't care less
But out of all of the cities I've traveled
And all the good people I've known
The lessons I've learned is the memories that burn
Are the feelings that lead me back home
But I'm getting too old for fairy tale stories
Lovers that live on the run
Heroes that ride like lightin
Hit songs that never get sung
Well if the hands on the clock worked backwards
And I could right all the things I've done wrong
Then I'd stay with Laura Wilson
In the hills of Arkansas
And I'd stay with Laura Wilson
In the hills of Arkansas
