Deacon Blues (feat. Bill MacKay)

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 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
 I'll learn to work the saxophone
 I'll play just what I feel
 And drink Scotch whiskey 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
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 My back to the wall, a victim of laughing chance
 This is for me, the essence of true romance
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 Sharing the things we know and love with those of my kind
 Libations, sensations that stagger the mind
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 I crawl like a viper through these suburban streets
 Make love to these women, 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
 I'll learn to work the saxophone
 I'll play just what I feel
 And drink Scotch whiskey 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 man
 I take one last drag as I approach the stand
 I cried when I wrote this song, and 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
 And drink Scotch whiskey 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