Lay Down Your Weary Tune Again Lyrics - Steve Forbert

In spite of you, you like yourself 

An' that's alright with me 

It gets so lonesome fillin' space 

An' someone must believe 

Erase them golden memories 

An' blow the candlesout 

Let's get on off away somewhere 

An' see what we're about 

Lay down your weary tune again 

And the rest your head on me 

Your phone call says you're sorry 

An' the grapevine says you're free 

Your drugstore daddy's flesh an' blood 

Like Marilyn Monroe 

An' out there on the runway now 

The king's all set to go 

They'll cover up the window soon 

'Cause he'll be rollin' in 

He's Elvis Presley, honey Chile 

An' I can't cop his grin 

Lay down your weary tune again 

And the rest your head on me 

Your phone call says you're sorry 

An' the grapevine says you're free 

The missionary paid my way 

An' put me off to sleep 

I woke up early yesterday 

An' found a place to eat 

I got it down an' felt relieved 

An' Jane went off to work 

It's wooden soldier's Christmas time 

An' Jane she is a clerk 

Lay down your weary tune again 

And the rest your head on me 

Your phone call says you're sorry 

An' the grapevine says you're free 

In spite of you, you like yourself 

An' I admire you much 

I'm out to give this back in sync 

'Cause we've been so out of touch 

Just meet me next to Noah's ark 

An' let's get out of town 

There's got to be someplace somewhere 

These rain clouds haven't found 

Lay down your weary tune again 

And baby rest your head on me 

Your phone call says you're sorry 

An' the grapevine says you're free 

Lay down your weary tune again 

And baby rest your head on me 

Phone call sorry 

Grapevine free