Texty: Howie Lucero. End Of The Story.

(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi)

Lizzy was a fine young woman;
I met her near the schoolhouse stage.
She came on like an avalanche, brother;
Man, I never will forget those days.

But she's not the end of the story,
she's just a page all but burned.
No, she's not the end of the story,
she's just a piece of the lesson that I've not yet learned.
Jimmy was a slave to money,
just look at everything he had.
And it is, and I find it a bit funny,
that Jimmy always played so bad.
But he's not the end of the story,
he's just a page all but burned.
No, he's not the end of the story,
he's just a piece of the lesson that I've not yet learned.
And I could go on about sweet Elaine,
but I think it would seem all the same.
I know she'll be alright . . .
I know she'll be alright.

(solo)

But she's not the end of the story,
she's just a page all but burned.
No, she's not the end of the story,
she's just a piece of the lesson that I've not yet learned.

No, this ain't the end of the story,
this . . . just a page all but burned.
No, this aint the end of the story,
it's just a piece of the lesson that I've not yet learned.
(repeat)