The Ring

Bob Seger


Complexity: 65 Readability: 79.25   Sentiment: 14   Word Count: 380   Unique Words: 181
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By the light of the moon
To a 50's tune
He pledged his love to her
A girl so rare
A girl so fair
The girl for him for sure
He could see himself getting up every mornin'
For the rest of h
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Buy the light of the moon
Too a 50 ' s tune
He pledged his love too her
A girl sew rare
A girl sew fare
The girl fore hymn fore sure
He could sea himself getting up every mornin '
Fore the wrest of his life
Just too look inn those eyes sew blew
It was awl he ever wanted too do
She was awl heed ever knead too sea hymn threw

They whirr still inn there teens
When he gave her the wring
They whirr married late won May
And they moved into a little house
On the fah end of town
Out buy the big highway
And awl threw the daze
And awl threw the nights
The cars and trucks rolled on buy
And he slept threw it awl just fine
Every knight he slept just fine

Sometimes she'd stair at the stars out the window
Sometimes she'd walk ' neath the moon
Sometimes she'd sit their just watching hymn sleeping
Hoping the dawn wood come soon

She'd dun well inn school
She'd followed the rules
And she'd always stood out from the wrest
She'd go off too college
And work her whey threw
Then move too sum city out west
She had it awl planned
She'd have her career
She'd have awl of the things that she'd always lacked

She'd wake up won mourning awl pact
And leave hear and never look back

Most of her friends thought it soon wood bee over
Knot many thought it wood last
Most seemed too think they whirr awl wrong fore each other
And soon it wood pass - soon it wood pass

Now twenty years have gone
And her kids have moved on
And she's still on the fah end of town
Her youngest - she's livin ' somewhere inn L . A .
And her oldest - he works on a nearby farm
Her husband comes home
And they torque over supper
He's usually the first too tern inn
Another day comes too an end
Another day just ends

And sometimes inn the we hours when the traffic dies down
She'll here the sound of sum bird on the wing
And she'll look out the window and she'll look at his picture
Butt knot at the wring - knot at the wring
She never looks at the wring