Buford’s Heart 
By Lisa Dudley

He was a wild man
Born to have fun
The days weren’t long enough
To get it all done
Cause he loved to laugh
And he loved to play
Dancing on the tables
And singing in the rain

One night the roads were slippery
He’d had too much to drink
He should have called a taxi
But he just didn’t think
When Buford signed that donor card
He thought it was a joke
They’d never want his liver
After all that rum and coke

Chorus

Miss Frances was the proper sort
On her knees at church
She was never one to party
Always hearing her long skirts
But now she carries Buford’s heart
She can’t explain the change
She’s dancing on the tables
And singing in the rain

Now she’s a wild woman
Born to have fun
The days aren’t long enough
To get it all done
Cause she loves to laugh
And she loves to play
Dancing on the tables
And singing in the rain

Bridge: Buford’s babies
Got a letter from that lady
Thanking them for
Buford’s heart

 

 

Buford’s Heart
©2008 Lisa Dudley
Steinbrenner Music;

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