Lyrics One For Sorrow - Jeffrey Foucault

One For Sorrow

We’ll start out with fancy sheets
And wear them down so thin
I’ll get myself a coal black suit
I’ll never wear again
Your Mama will give us china
And your Daddy give us hell
And when we make our getaway
They’re gonna ring those wedding bells
«One for sorrow, two for joy» they say
I’ve had my fill of sorrow anyway
I was driving out on County N
With my high-beam headlights on
In the late night FM no man’s land
Looking for a Tom Petty song
The Perseids were falling
In that hothouse August night
I saw two come down together
And I thought it looked about right
«One for sorrow, two for joy» they say
I’ve had my fill of sorrow anyway
And we’ll have a hundred babies
And a little house outside of town
With a wood-stove and a claw-foot tub
When we’re all done traveling around
«One for sorrow, two for joy» they say
And I’ve had my fill of sorrow anyway
And it’s «one for sorrow, two for joy» I know
And I’ve been one for sorrow far too long
Far too long