He found it very easy to feel blue br It was never easy to be true br He found women very hard to get to know br He was very willing for love to grow br He thought she was quite devine br Almost as good as a fine wine br But he said my spirit has to roam free br But she couldnt' see, he was fancy free br Her love shackled his spirit and killed his soul br Being around her just made him feel old br He just had to be his own man br He found it very easy to be blue br It was never easy to be true br He found women very hard to get to know br That is why she had to go br Because his spirit was not allowed to flow br She gave him love but he could not be true br Her love would only make him blue br He needed space and open plains br Not love and a whole lot of pain br Even though she looked so devine br Just like a very fine wine br He just didnt' need true blue love br br Written Saturday January 2007br br allan James saywellbr br