You sing me the blues until the cows come in
You sing me the blues until I’m done in
If I could hold you tight through the crush of night
Would it be goodnight? would it still be goodbye?
It’s a long way down
From this damn ghost town
And I ain’t going nowhere just yet
The morning light steams
In the frost of my bed sheets
Bones of whiskey dreams
The coffee and booze
And the birds sing the blues
And I, I sing them too
Through gray oak trees with worn out knees
Through gray oak trees I hear you sing
And if the morning came would it be the same?
Only me to blame for your echoing name?
The morning light steams
In the frost of my bed sheets
Bones of whiskey dreams
The coffee and booze
And the birds sing the blues
And I, I sing them too
This crumbling floor
And windswept room
Still taste of you
I’ll never leave
I’ll grow like the trees
Weathered and true
This crumbling floor
And windswept room
Still taste of you
I’ll never leave
I’ll grow like the trees
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
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