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
[Chorus]
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
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 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
Repeat Chorus
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
Repeat Chorus
Marco Giunco |
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