Deacon Blues lyrics

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,

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.

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.

I’ll learn to work the saxophone,

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 want a name when I lose.

They call Alabama the Crimson Tide,

call me 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,

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 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.