Well the sun he follows the day
Where only the good children play
Me I run ‘n cower, I ain’t no sunflower
Cannot, will not ever follow the day
I live the night, endless night, drinking in that evil way
Yeah, at night I go down to the bar
There I listen to that blue, blues guitar
Hold my head lowly, drink my beer slowly
Never do I have one little ol’ word to say
For the night, endless night, for the night she gives to the day
The bull, sweet stardom and gloom
They lead me to dear Lucy’s lagoon
I ask her, “Where is your ol’ man, is he in the Army?”
Well she says “Yes...” and begins to caress
My arms, my neck, and then my chest
I take her down, she’s like a lamb
Then like a cat she claws at me
I stumble out ‘n down the stairs
So really glad I’m out of there
Now ya see me, I’m kinda wheezy
Won’t the good Lord, good Lord, help me come down
Well the boys in the band they had played
The hounds way over town yipped and bayed
For the owl and the nun, the priest and the Hun
As one are their ghosts in the wind
I ain’t lyin’, I’s tryin’ to find my way back again
Outside stands a neon sign high above the common grime
An all-night diner draws ‘em in like fallen moths with broken wings
An uptown judge ‘n a glitzy blonde move among the ragged throng
Like he’s an ace and she’s a queen to all the jokers on the scene
And there I sit among the score till there ain’t no laughter anymore
Turn the page, same ol’ story, the night grows cold and boring
Down the street I walked, walked I raved
Yeah, built some fires and dug some graves
Lord, my only crime was I’s outa time
I had no place to put my weary load
Some sinners have their saints, but each one born must die alone
This ol’ town’s like any city, got great sorrow but no great pity
I headed towards the railroad tracks, the street was wet from all the rain
Now the morning moved fairly nigh like an evening in disguise
I heard a whistle at my back, turned ‘n saw the west-bound train
Along its side I ran ‘n screamed, but I’s runnin’ in a dream
When I jumped and hit the ground, oh Lord
What a long way to come down
Hey, the lightning struck from a cloud
I heard the devil, ol’ devil cry so loud
“You pick the hour, I’ll pick the flowers
“Takes your boots off, boy, let it slide, slide away
“Have no sorrow, there ain’t no tomorrow
“For the night she gives to the day
“Have no sorrow, there ain’t no tomorrow
“For the night she gives to the day...”
I'm a creekbank ghetto boy. Began my singin' near half a century ago in Canada, then hit northeast, down thru Nashville,
Austin, out to Colorado and back to Kansas where I started out and will likely remain. My influences are Leadbelly, Jimmie Rodgers, CCR and The Band, while the juices of a hundred others flavor my music, not to mention the devil himself if that's what it takes to make a song......more
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