I'm Still Sweet - Donovan Woods

Here’s a song that soldiers used to sing

You can hear it on the plain

Jimmy was a folk song and

Harold said a parable the same

Back at home things are getting weird

My sister fell in love with my old friend

We had a falling out so long ago

I don’t remember when

But I’m still sweet, I’m still sweet

I’m still down there writing lines

Up to your sister, she was fine

But I was sweet

And if I had gone back home

I woulda known

I woulda known

I woulda known

I woulda known

Back from war he’s screaming out,

He’s scratching round for some kind of proof

He says we’re painting over culture, love

We’re blowing out the door to save the roof

Back at home, getting hated on

My sister hates the guts of my old friend

We had a falling out, we shoulda fixed it

Before it began, we didn’t know back then

But I’m still sweet, I’m still sweet

I’m still down there writing lines

Up to your sister, she was fine

But I was sweet

And if I had gone back home

They say that’ll still your soul

Leave your heart in the cold

But I’m still sweet, I’m still sweet

I’m still sweet, oh Lord I’m still sweet

I’m still down there writing lines

Up to your sister, she was fine

But I was sweet

And if I had gone back home

If I had gone back home

If I had gone back home

I woulda known

I woulda known

I woulda known

I woulda known