Darrell Scott - Sage After Rain

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Darrell Scott and this song are both criminally under-recognized

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He died with his boots on in another mans bed The way he once said it would be He's scoundrel i guess and just got what was due But he was always a good friend to me He talked of a girl he'd known long ago His eyes welled with tears when he tried to explain How the sound of her voice had made him feel whole and the smell of her skin Like sage after rain Like sage after rain Like sage after rain I'd go to East Colfax with some of my friends Back in highschool for something to do And that's where I met him when he bought us some beer A six-pack if he could have two He said: "come back to my place, you can drink it there safe. don't worry it's cool" Then he gave us his name I paused at a picture and he told me about her and the smell of her skin Like sage after rain Like sage after rain Like sage after rain ( Guitarbreak) I'd go to his house and we'd talk books for hours Pacing the floor as he'd quote from his head There's an old royal typewriter, a desk by a window Three novels in boxes under his bed A drafty old house his grandfather'd left him He grew up in Boston, came west on a train The snow-covered front range, and a lovely young teacher The smell of her skin Like sage after rain Like sage after rain Like sage after rain She was killed in the wreck that left him half-broken He told me about it one time, and that's all Some people said it'd helped if she was driving He said that made less than no difference at all He'd talk of her beauty, her eyes and her fire He'd smile when he'd call her "broad with great brains" But there was always respect and his memories were tender And the smell of her skin Like sage after rain Like sage after rain Like sage after rain (Guitar break) They called me about him early one morning I made the arrangements that sent him to burn No wife, no children, no next of kin there Like it said in his will they gave me the urn I drove north to Wyoming in a late april drizzle A place where we'd hunted on the antelope(?) plains I spread him about in the place he had chosen A prayer and a breath Of sage after rain Sage after rain Sage after rain