Who Is The One

Who is the one – Douglas W. Fielder

[Am–Em] [C–Em–G–Am] [F-G-Am] [F-G-D]
[G-Am-G-Am] [F-G-D]

Jimmy said he was a good friend of mine, I don’t know.
He took my girl and they left me behind, well now I know
Might just have done me a favor this time
She never told me she loved me and I’m
Ready to move myself on down the line
Searching for love again…..

Gracie Anne played the harp and guitar, oh so sweet
We met in Memphis at a karaoke bar, it was neat
She sang Proud Mary just like Tina Turner
I harmonized while drinking my Afterburner
To my surprise if was easy to learn her
Desires and her dreams….

Why can’t it be easy this time
Why can’t it be something sublime
I’ve been ready for so long and now I’m
Hoping Gracie Ann is the one

We got as far as the California coast, orange sunsets
One final kiss and one final toast, no regrets
She headed north up Highway 101
I headed south towards the Mexican sun
If we ever meet again, I’ll be undone
Gracie Anne was the one…..

I crossed the border and kept moving south, it was rough
The bars were dirty and the hombres inside, they were tough
You don’t make eyes at just any Senorita
You must be careful and polite when you greet a
beautiful lady in the land of Margaritas, if you value your life…..

Why can’t it be easy this time
Why can’t it be something sublime
I’ve been ready for so long and now I’m wondering who will be the one

I met Vicki at a Zydeco Dance, Lafayette
She taught me moves I’d never known and I won’t forget
Shelton Broussard and the Texas Twister
I fell in love with this Zydeco Sister
Now she is gone and I really miss her
Au Revoir mon Cheri

I was traveling through Georgia and met Anna Belle
It was going to be a short sweet romance, I could tell
We drank Mint Juleps on her front porch swing
Her parents sat there and watched everything
This Southern Bell was holding out for a ring, she may be waiting still…..

Why can’t it be easy this time
Why can’t it be something sublime
I’ve been ready for so long and now I’m
Wondering who will be the one

So if you find me playing in some bar, grab a seat
Just listen to the stories that I sing, it’s a treat
Tomorrow I will be back on the road
Somewhere down the line I will lighten my load
I’ll keep on moving until my seeds are sewed
Moving with the wind…..