Deacon Blues

This is the day 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 its 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

I'll 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

Deacon Blues

My back to the wall, a 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 stagger the mind

I crawl like a viper, through the suburban streets

Make love to these women, languid and bitter sweet

I rise when the sun goes down

Cover every game in town

A world of my own

I'll make it my home sweet home

I'll 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

Deacon Blues

This is the night of the expanding the man

I take one last drag, 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

I'll 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

Deacon Blues