I'll Lay My Boots Under Shania's Bed Poem by Paul Henry Dallaire

Yes it's me there on the jukebox singin songs that I wrote
While I'm sittin here in Vegas getting drunk
And if your asking what I'm doin in this crazy gambling town
Let's say I've laid my money down

But I'll feel better come tomorrow pack my blues and board a plane
Buy a one way ticket down to Florida kiss the sun and leave the rain
This ol town has got me goin round in circles
But I'll be gone yes I'll be gone

I'll take my songs to tennessee where all the guitar pickers go
It's a childhood dream of singing on the Grand Ol Opry Show
And when I get to where I'm goin better late that not at all
I'll lay my boots under Shania's bed and wait for the curtain call

But I'll feel better come tomorrow from my feet up to my brain
Throw my prescrition out the window and my prozac down the drain
And if my friends should ask about me tell 'em to turn on the radio
and play this song this song cause I'll be gone

I'm leaving now but I'll sure miss maple sugar time
as sweet the girl from Mechanicville I left three months behind
And I'm sorry Ted 'bout what you said but it's something I can't let go
They say a man's not a man when he turns his back on an Orphan of the road

Last Chorus:
But I'll feel better come tomorrow pack my blues and board a plane
buy a one way ticket down to Florida kiss the sun and leave the rain
This "ol town has got me goin 'round in circles
but I'll be gone yes I'll be gone


Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub. SOCAN