Good Man

You don’t have to be smart
No need to dress up, for me to see
That you’re a good man
You’re a good man
A real good man

When the wind blows
And the windows are closing
You let the world know
What has been has been
And there’s no use in looking back, going back, wishing back

Cutting grass and chopping wood, can be romantic
Sipping coffee under the apple tree, is gentlemanly
You’re a good man
Quite the best man
A real fine man

When the wind blows
And the windows are closing
You let the world know
What has been has been
And there’s no use in looking back, going back, wishing back

You master how to simplify
You turn rain into a blue sky

When the wind blows
And the windows are closing
You let the world know
What has been has been
And there’s no use in looking back, going back, wishing back
Wishing back