Took a midnight train. Headed way back east. Left behind some pain. In hopes of finding some peace. Fortunately caught one. Bound for my old neighborhood.
In the dark of deepest night. there comes a haunting sigh. floating down from somewhere on high,. oh, what a lonely lullaby. You'll hear a symphony in blue.
While other lovers sing your praises. in phases deftly lyrical.. I'm a cat who's better at a scat song. that's satirical. In begging for your hand, sweet chick.
You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY. With your wings frayed and torn,. Laughter's your's so is scorn. As they point to you in shame.. You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY. With your wings near fire,.
Jump, jump jump jump. Jump, jump jump jump. . She was a woman of mystery. And what she wanted I could not see. A three year trip on the dragon. Until the clinic had to get me clean.
Bonjour, Kathrin. Bonjour ihr Melodien. Die dieser schne Tag mir bringt. . Bonjour, Kathrin. Die Melodien zieh'n. Ins Herz. Das nun von Liebe singt. .
I need someone, That I'll look to,. In the lonely hour, That we all go through,. To give me comfort, And love me through,. In the lonely hour, I need you . . . . I need you,.
Bye Bye Baby 2:55 Trk 10. (M. Merriweather). Big Maceo. Big Maceo - vocals & piano. w/Tampa Red - guitar, Alfred Elkins - im. bass. Recorded: Friday Dec. 15, 1941.
In a land far away where the sun doesn't spare a soul. And a twisted tradition has a girl in a strangle hold. Lies a desert with the footprints of little girls with a secret.
Across the room, across the street. Across the water where the two big blues meet. Across the widest space 'til you reach infinity. My love will still be.