What kinds of people fall in love?

What kinds of people? Fall in love, you say? Why, all kinds. Rich, poor, friendly, shy, nervous, calm, good, bad..

What happens when the bad kind fall in love?

Well, things can go wrong. Out of control. Haywire. But they can go wrong for the good kind too, so maybe that’s the wrong way to separate it out. It’s complicated. People aren’t ever all one thing, and there are more kinds of love than there are kinds of rain.

There’s all kinds of love in this big old world, indeed.

LYRICS

The last time I saw the preacher’s daughter
She was walking alone by the dead water
Singing a song high and haunted
In the dark of the trees by the dead water

I made an offer to walk her on home
She laughed when she told me to leave her alone
If only she’d listened at the hour so late
She might’ve been spared her terrible fate

Dead water, dead water
Cold and still was the dead water

Maybe the salesman that just came to town
Stayed a week at the hotel then couldn’t be found
Maybe some drifter came in on the tracks
Done what he done and never looked back

Dead water, dead water
They pulled her body from the dead water
The barber and the deputy dove in and got her
And pulled her body from the dead water

I didn’t see her, Your Honor, later that night
I didn’t try to kiss her and she didn’t fight
I didn’t grab her to stop her from screaming
Or hold her under ‘til she started dreaming

Dead water, dead water
Cold and still was the dead water
Dead water, dead water
They pulled her body from the dead water
Dead water, dead water
They pulled her body from the dead water
Dead water, dead water
They pulled her body from the dead water

There’s all kinds of boys
There’s all kinds of girls
There’s all kinds of love
In this big old world

There’s all kinds of boys
There’s all kinds of girls
There’s all kinds of love
In this big old world