A folksy duo or a rocking boy band, or somewhere in between...

She Got Him

© 2015 by Christopher Clymer Kurtz

She sings her songs to Jesus;
He sings his songs for her.
He’d rather cuddle up on Sundays,
But she wakes him up for church.

She wished bad for a man with her daddy’s hands
Folded at the supper table.

She got him, and he’s no saint
She got him, he gives her everything that he can
And they both understand.

Front row, she’s singing praises.
He sneaks a peek; amazing graces.
She bows her head; he dreams of daisies.
A little touch tells her he’s crazy.

She wished bad for a preacher man, good Samaritan
What she got is a big fan.

She got him, and he’s no saint
She got him, he gives her everything that he can
And they both understand.

Saving grace: they get to live it.
Taking turns having to give it.
Old rugged tunes from the hymnal
Cut a rug to the stereo.

He thanks his lucky stars, and tells her, “Yes, Ma’am”
She thanks the Lord for the grand slam.

She’s got him; and he’s no saint.
She’s got him, he gives her everything that he can
And they both understand.