Barefoot in Bedford


I was driving through Virginia
On highway four sixty.
When I got three flat tires,
Thanks to some road debris.
I was towed to a garage
Somewhere in Bedford town.
The vision that I saw there
Did not let me down.

She was barefoot in Bedford,
The sweetest sight I'd ever seen.
With her blonde hair and blue eyes,
She could have been a beauty queen.
In her tank top and short shorts
She set my soul on fire.
That barefoot gal in Bedford
Became my heart's desire.

She was barefoot in Bedford,
She gave me such a thrill.
My heart started pounding
When I saw her walking up the hill.
I never got her number, I never got her name.
I guess we'll never meet again,
And that's a doggone shame.

New tires on the pickup.
It's time for me to go.
Will I pass this way again?
I guess I'll ever know.
That little barefoot beauty
Is etched upon my mind.
Another woman like her
I'll probably never find.

She was barefoot in Bedford,
She gave me such a thrill.
My heart started pounding
When I saw her walking up the hill.
I never got her number, I never got her name.
I guess we'll never meet again,
And that's a doggone shame.

©Bob Simpson, all rights reserved



Poetry by JustBob
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Written on 2016-09-18 at 14:51

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Kathy Lockhart
Barry Manilow sang, "I write the songs," but on Poetbay, JustBob writes them!! He writes them, in my opinion, just as well or better than old Barry. I love "Barefoot in Bedford." If George Strait would have a mind to and was in his prime, he could make a hit out of this one for sure. :)
2016-09-18