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The Blues, Mary

I learned how to hammer in the burning August sun
I learned how to lie and cheat, how to steel 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 your dreams in Dorothy’s shoes
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you

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,
Your eyes
The killer and the victim arrive, right at the same time

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

The cause for smile, is bright like the ramparts on the 4th of July
And my baby swings like a boxer, and sends her right hooks onto my chin
She cries like a baby (cries like a baby)
And she wears me just like a ring
Cries like a baby (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 burned
I Learned how compromise while this whirlwind hurricane turned
We fell asleep most nights with each other’s blood on our tongues,
My love
Did you ever just have enough

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