Let The Banjo Ring

Old timers talk about that lightning strike A girl and a carriage man, that's what it was like One look through the dust and your heart went boom But nowadays we're walking in the same damn room We're talking and we're studying, taking our time In a slow-cooked love, it's a better kind of rhyme Yeah, it takes a little longer just to see things clear Before you go and whisper "I love you, dear" So let the banjo ring and let the fiddle cry You gotta let 'em fly if you want to watch 'em high Love ain't about making someone do what you say It's about smiling wide when they walk their own way Yeah, drop the calculation, let the ego fall If you ain't ready to die, you ain't loving at all Now folks think intimacy's rubbing on skin Just an outermost scratch where the world slips in But I'm talking about a touch in the deepest core Where the petty little fights don't matter no more They're trying to match up and they're fixing to change But trying to match a cowboy to a different range Will leave you with friction and a whole lot of doubt Extracting your happiness where a good heart out So let the banjo ring and let the fiddle cry You gotta let 'em fly if you want to watch 'em high Love ain't about making someone do what you say It's about smiling wide when they walk their own way Yeah, drop the calculation, let the ego fall If you ain't ready to die, you ain't loving at all Don't go to a lover like a beggar with a cup With your physical and social needs all tangled up If you're a beggar in the dirt, then you don't get a choice You gotta find the joy inside your own sweet voice Be wonderful alone, let your own soul shine And the best of this world will fall right into line Annihilate the me, let the you take the space Fall in love with the dirt and the trees in this place You´ll be in love with the world from human to ants With the soil in the yard where the grasshoppers dance It ain't about a diamond or a fancy gold ring It's a pleasant state of living through every single thing Hold their well-being way above your own And you'll never be bitter and you'll never be alone So let the banjo ring and let the fiddle cry You gotta let 'em fly if you want to watch 'em high Love ain't about making someone do what you say It's about smiling wide when they walk their own way Yeah, drop the calculation, let the ego fall If you ain't ready to die, you ain't loving at all Yeah, part of you must collapse To let the real love start Just a joyful soul with a wide open heart