Deacon Blues sing and play along

My This is the day a of the expanding man.

That shape is my shade, the 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.

per You say it's a crazy scheme.

Make 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.

I'll learn to work the saxophone.

(I) I'll play just what I feel.

Drink Scotch whiskey all night long,

and die behind the wheel.

They got a name for the winners in the world.

(I) I want a name when I lose.

They call Alabama the Crimson Tide.

Call me Deacon Blues.

(Deacon Blues.)

My back to the wall, a victim of laughing chance.

That This is for me, the essence of true romance.

Sharing the thing we know and love with those of my kind.

Libations, sensations, that stagger the mind.

I crawl like a night per You through the suburban streets.

I love to these women, languid and bittersweet.

I'll rise when the sun goes down,

cover ev'ry game in town.

A world of my own.

I'll make it my home sweet home.

line. I'll learn to work the saxophone.

(I) I'll play just what I feel.

Drink Scotch whiskey all night long,

and die behind the wheel.

They got a name for the winners in the world.

(I) I want a name when I lose.

They call Alabama the Crimson Tide.

Call me Deacon Blues.

(Deacon Blues.)