From the recording Song #1
Male. Country
Lyrics
Double wide trailer, paint is peelin' slow
Same as the gravel driveway, watchin' the weeds grow
Dryer gave up the ghost, just like my heart did too
Guess some things are just broken, no matter what you do
She hangs her laundry out there, beneath that dusty sky
Each faded piece a whisper, of the lonely passing by
(Chorus)
Heartache on the clothesline, blowin' in the breeze
Just a row of faded dresses, beggin' on their knees
No work shirts, no blue jeans, no heavy cotton blend
Just soft and flowin' fabrics, tellin' me the story’s end
Lonely on the clothesline, just like she must be too
Hangin' out her secrets, for everyone to view.
(Verse 2)
Weeks of sundresses, pale yellows, blues, and greens
Delicate and fragile, just like her faded dreams
A lonely cardigan sweater, a nightgown thin and worn
The silence of the clothesline, a sad and quiet morn
I've seen those empty hangers, dancing in the sun
Knowin' in my own heart, that love is never won
(Chorus)
Heartache on the clothesline, blowin' in the breeze
Just a row of faded dresses, beggin' on their knees
No work shirts, no blue jeans, no heavy cotton blend
Just soft and flowin' fabrics, tellin' me the story’s end
Lonely on the clothesline, just like she must be too
Hangin' out her secrets, for everyone to view.
(Bridge)
But somethin' shifted lately, the way the laundry looks
There’s a different kind of story, in the pages of the books
Of faded jeans and t-shirts, stained with a little grease
A ball cap hangin' careless, bringin' her some peace
(Chorus)
Heartache's off the clothesline, a new tale starts to sway
A little bit of laughter, found its place to stay
Work shirts, and blue jeans, hangin' in a row
Her heart ain’t quite so lonely, the laundry starts to show
He's on the clothesline, yeah, a love that’s finally true
Hangin' out their secrets, for everyone to view
(Outro)
Yeah, the clothesline tells it all, a picture clear and plain
From lonely hearts and heartbreak, to love's sweet gentle rain
The clothesline tells a story, each and every day
Of life and love and laundry, in its own country way.
Oh, the clothesline tells it all…