Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box
Keeps a notebook of things people said to her and dates them like evidence
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- D# major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.63
- vocal at
- 9.9s
- length
- 3:52
- language
- En
lyrics
He drove the same F-150 To my ninth-grade county show Sat by the folding chairs in denim Clapped once, then asked to go On my dresser sat the trophy Blue ribbon, gold and white He walked past it every morning Never said a word that night Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box He kept that blue ribbon box Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box That old blue ribbon box Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box He kept that blue ribbon box Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box And that said more than talk Years went by in Franklin mornings Mud on boots by the door I found it in his top drawer Ribbon folded with a score Tucked beside his Sunday cufflinks Under all his fishing line My name written in his handwriting On the back, one crooked line Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box He kept that blue ribbon box Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box That old blue ribbon box Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box He kept that blue ribbon box Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box And that said more than talk He never said, "I'm proud of you" Not on birthdays, not on snow But he saved that little ribbon Like he couldn't let it go Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box He kept that blue ribbon box Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box That old blue ribbon box Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box He kept that blue ribbon box Blue ribbon box, blue ribbon box And that said more than talk