John's Blues
Go ahead and lie; and tell me it’s alright;
Lie to me and maybe; we'll get through this night.
Our love is on and off again; and I simply just don’t know;
If this might be the very day; that you chose to go.
So go ahead and lie; if it's how it has to be;
No one really has to know; you make a fool of me.
Sometimes when you’re leaning; on that darker side;
Do you think that maybe; it’s the safest place to hide?
It’s very soon now baby; that I know you’ll see;
There’s no denying misery; loves its company.
And I know you want to quit me baby; another time again;
But I got to tell you girl; quitters never win.
The last time that I called; I heard you on the phone;
You told me not to call again; and I was on my own
Now I wander baby; out here all alone
And the only thing I think about; is what we called our home.
My cloths are worn and dirty; but my hair is cleaned and combed;
But my friends they are all worried; that I'm skin and bone.
In my pockets there is nothing; and I got the blues;
And my shoes and socks are worn out; and they’re looking used.
You know I got arrested; but they let me out;
But the Sheriff said he knew you; and gives you out a shout.
I think I’ll buy a bottle; for the cold tonight;
And count the times you use to tell me; we would be alright.
Waiting on the corner; for the light to change;
Someone starts to look at me; as if I were deranged;
Maybe I should go back; to that empty room;
And tell myself don’t worry; I'll see you real soon.
Those lips too full of honey; That made my knees so weak;
It's left me praying up to heaven; for my soul to keep.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2008
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