Lefty Clark was a young man
He was a handsome sunday athlete
Wrote stories for the paper down on main street
and Chances he had chances to escape this small town life
But his brother was deaf and dumb
He couldn't be left behind
But depression was going strong then
Actors were on the road
One hot July a girl came through
In a WBA show
she was city bred and beautiful
A lady to her finger tips
As much at home in her velvet shoes
As lefty was in his
The fell in love on a courthouse square
But pretty soon her show
Moved on as she couldn't stay
And lefty couldn't goSo the years passed
And lefty grew old
With only his brother home
and when Donny died it was too late
To find any place else in his soul
Some nights he'd have a little whiskey
For the summer on this mind
And open his trunk
And hold to two velvet shoes
Ans sit and cry
He'd sit and cry
Most of the time he was lefty
Who always had a joke
he was good to his friends and neighbors
And never whispered of being alone
He hits sixty-eight all by himself
With tobacco on his chin
A TV diner and the oven
And a few friends dropping in
Now still once each billion chances
There's justice in the world
Late that year he finally heard
From the long lost velvet girl
She was still so beautiful
Tall, silver haired and proud
they took walks like they used to take
Before last summer run outShe said better late than never
lefty said you took a while
She spoke her life with sadness
And he spoke with a smile
He'd sit and smile
He'd sit and smile
He'd sit and smile
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