Don Boivin: Music

What's the Matter With Ainsley

(Don Boivin)

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH AINSLEY
What's the matter with Ainsley
He just ain't the same
He's been walking down Main Street
Conversing with the rain

Coffee stains all down his shirt
He's got leaves in his hair
He gestures and articulates
But no one else is there

What's the matter with Ainsley
His eyes are cold and gray
The war took him away from us
And sent him back this way

Ainsley was a friend of mine
We partied through the nights
Now all his friends are invisible
Since the war he ain't been right

Dum diddy diddy dum dum diddy diddy dum dum diddy dum day
Take a man, put a gun in his hand; he'll never be the same

Dum diddy diddy dum dum diddy diddy dum dum diddy dum day
You call him a hero; he's just a pawn in your game

And that's a shame

He used to work at the lumber yard
Packing loads to go
He was quiet, he was friendly
He was a good man to know

He'd never sell you a two by ten
If a two by eight was best
That's the kind of man Ainsley was
Till this Middle Eastern mess

Dum diddy diddy dum dum diddy diddy dum dum diddy dum day
Take a man, put a gun in his hand
He'll never be the same

Dum diddy diddy dum dum diddy diddy dum dum diddy dum day
You call him a hero; he's just a pawn in your game

And that's a shame

I don't know much 'bout world affairs
You say we should be there
All I know is fighting never
solved nothing nowhere

We teach our kids to talk things out
Then send them off to war
It's hypocrites who run this show
Let's not take it anymore

Let's end war