Deacon Blues Lyrics

  This is the day of the expanding man
  That shape is my shame 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

  Learn to work a saxophone
  I play just what I feel
  Drink Scotch whisky all night long
  And die behind the wheel
  They got it made for the winners in the world
  I want a name when I lose
  They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
  They 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
  Libation, sensation, that standard of mine

  I crawl like a viper through the suburban streets
  Make love to these when languid and bittersweet
  I rise when the sun goes down
  Cover every game in town
  A world of my own
  I'll make it my home sweet home

  Learn to work a saxophone
  I play just what I feel
  Drink Scotch whisky all night long
  And die behind the wheel
  They got it made for the winners in the world
  I want a name when I lose
  They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
  They call me Deacon Blues

  This is the night of the expanding man
  I take one last chance as I approach the stand
  I cried when I wrote this song
  Sue me if I play too long
  This brother is free
  I be what I want to be

  Learn to work a saxophone
  I play just what I feel
  Drink Scotch whisky all night long
  And die behind the wheel
  They got it made for the winners in the world
  I want a name when I lose
  They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
  They call me Deacon Blues