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The Blues, Mary

I learned how to hammer in the burning August sun
Learned how to lie and cheat
How to steal and just how to run
I fell asleep most nights with somebody else’s blood on my tongue, your tongue
You learned just how to run

But it’s just the blues, Mary, the blues
Swirling around my head like the dreams in Dorothy’s shoes
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you

Learned how to cry in them lonesome September nights
I learned to get by with the dogs and the dirt and the charm of the street
I fell asleep most nights with your pictures right behind my eyes
You’re eyes, the killer and the victim, alright
Right at the same time

But it’s just the blues, Mary, the blues
Swirling around my head like the dreams in Dorothy’s shoes
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you
And it’s just the blues, Mary, the blues
Swirling around my head like the dreams in Dorothy’s shoes

The cause for smile
Is bright like the ramparts on the 4th of July
My baby swings like a boxer
And sends her right hooks onto my chin
She cries like a baby
And she wears me just like a ring
Cries like a baby
And she wears me just like a ring

Learned how to swagger
I learned how to hold you while your body burns
Learned how compromise while this whirlwind hurricane turns
We fell asleep most nights
With each other’s blood on our tongues
My love, have you ever just had enough

But it’s just the blues, Mary, the blues
Swirling around my head like the dreams Dorothy this shoes
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you
And it’s just the blues, Mary the blues
Swirling around my head like the dreams in Dorothy’s shoes
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you
And it’s just the blues, Mary the blues
Swirling around my head like the dreams in Dorothy’s shoes
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you