Deacon Blues

This is the age of the expanding man
That shape is my shade there where
I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers wild gamblers that's all in the past
You call me a fool you say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time
I'm ready to cross that fine line
Learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call
Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me
Deacon Blues

Back to the wall victim of laughing chance
This is for me the essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love with those of my kind
Libations sensations that standar of mine
I crawl like a viper through these suburban streets
Make love to thieves when languid and bittersweet
I'll rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I'll make it my home sweet home
Learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call
Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me
Deacon Blues
so this is the night
Of the expanding the man
Take one last chance
As I approach the stand
I cried when
I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what
I want to be
Learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call
Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me
Deacon Blues;