Lyrics

Salt
Lyrics and Music by Woody Russell / ©℗ 2003, Woody Russell, Cats Up The Street Music, ASCAP

I’m a sucker for heartbreak songs
Just a sucker for heartbreak songs
Don’t you turn that dial, Jack
I might want to sing along
To those stories of underdogs
She says I’m her favorite little underdog
Any prince worth his weight in salt
Without doubt was once a frog

I’ve never brought home trophies
There’s no medals pinned to my chest
No victories rest on my mantle
No ribbons for being the best
But God damn me if I don’t love her
Like no man has loved her before
She tells me, “Now, don’t you give up”
She knows I’d be a dead man walking
By living this dream never more
She’s the roots to my tree
The salt to my sea
And, I won’t let her down

Young lions, I’ve known a few
Young lions, yes, she’s loved a few
The romantic types and the John Wayne’s, too
But they all fade just like the moon
I’ve broken bread at many a table
Walked with Jesus in the Devil’s shoes
And I say any picker worth his weight in salt
At the crossroads has got to play the blues

But, I’ve never brought home trophies
There’s no medals pinned to my chest
No victories rest on my mantle
No ribbons for being the best
But God damn me if I don’t love her
Like no man has loved her before
She tells me, “Now, don’t you give up”
She knows I’d be a dead man walking
By living this dream never more
It’s the roots to my tree
The salt to my sea
And, I won’t let her down