Heart Trouble Jim Ryan, 2014
I got heart trouble
You’d think that it would mend
All this heart trouble
Having you as my best friend
I was born with heart trouble
Your love lifts every day
But with heart trouble
I’ll probably die this way
From carrying the world alone
Worry gets you down
Things you can’t change turn up
Same in every town
Just a set up for frustration
Plant your garden full of dreams
I know I’d be much better off
Planting rows and rows of greens
You still make my world
A little brighter every day
Like the sun comes up each morning
Sayin’ its time to live and play
Bring joy to those around you
Small steps can take you far
All I need at home or on the road
My best friend and my guitar
© Jim Ryan, Guilty Man’s Music 2014 SOCAN