Listen: “That Kinda Woman”
It was early spring when I slipped St. Louie, I’s searching for Higher Ground
I rode southwest t’ward the New Territories; made a circle ‘round every town
At night I would sleep in the open fields where the stars could watch over me
And with a stone for my pillow and a finger on the trigger
I considered what it meant to be free.
A fortnight in I come to a bend where the Arkansas River flowed
A house appeared to me ‘neath a sycamore tree, and I rode up to the front porch
A voice called out, said, it’s not locked, just kick your boots off, please
I found a woman in there, she was strapped to a chair
And I could tell she’d been waiting on me.
Oh, that kind of woman
That’s the kind of woman I been looking for all of my life.
She served black tea and biscuits in her candle lit parlor, a fire crackled in her stove
We sat on her sofa and she come a little got closer, I felt something snap in my bones
She read me some poetry from blood stained pages, a book from her highest shelf
Then she led me by the hand to the Promised Land
Where she introduced me to myself
We fell fast asleep on her bed of nails I woke when the cock crowed twice
I poked at the embers in her cold firebox and things started to warm up nice
She was still half asleep when she told me her dream
How a serpent had taught her to fly
Then she made me roll her over, put my hands on my shoulders
Give her something to remember me by
Oh, that kind of woman
That’s the kind of woman I been looking for all of my life.
Wrapped up in a blanket, she brewed a pot of coffee
And helped me get my boots back on
She pulled a coin out of the air and slipped it in my pocket
And I walked out her door alone
She was watching from the kitchen while I saddled my pony
Thru the window she blew me a kiss
I had ridden all day, I was 40 miles away, before I felt it hit my lips
Oh, that kind of woman
That’s the kind of woman I been looking for all of my life.
