Potholes

I love women Have all my life I love my dear mother And I love my wife - God bless her I even love my teenage daughter There's no accounting for it Apparently I don't care how I'm treated My love is unconditional or something I've been hurt a time or two I ain't gonna lie I have my doubts sometimes About the ethics of the so-called fairer sex Fair about what? But I find time goes by And one forgives as one forgets And one does forget God bless the potholes Down on memory lane God bless the potholes Down on memory lane Everything that happens to me now Is consigned to oblivion by my brain I remember my father My brother of course I remember my mother I spoke of her earlier and I remember that I remember the smell of cut grass And going off to play ball in the morning Funny story about that Now I used to pitch I could get the ball over the plate But anyway, this one time I must of thrown a football around or something The day before I walked about fourteen kids in a row Cried Walked off the mound Handed the ball to the third baseman And just left the field Anyway, many years later I brought the woman who was to become my Second wife - God bless her To meet my father for the first time They exchanged pleasantries I left the room for a moment It was the first time he had met her you understand When I came back He was telling her the story Right off the bat About how I had walked fourteen kids Cried and left the mound Next time he met her told her the same Goddamn story! God bless the potholes Down on memory lane God bless the potholes Down on memory lane I hope some real big ones open up And take some of the memories that do remain