They were eighteen and twenty-four
He told her he had been to war
She loved him from the minute that he spoke
She took him in he had her pegged
She took a razor to her leg
You could hardly read it through the blood
It said I love bob
On the third day it began to rain
She said bob I just can't stand the pain
He said catch a ride hey babe I gotta go
So she drove down to emergency
And the nurse in the infirmary
Cleaned it with an antiseptic swab
It said I love bob
It's been fifteen years she's thirty-three
Five years ago she married me
Misfortunes of the past have been discussed
But sometimes no when she's alone
In bed or taking off her clothes
She traces with her fingers around the scars
It says I love bob
Artist: Gordon Lightfoot
Artist: Prettier Than Pink
Artist: Alain Clark
Artist: Antifreeze