Everyone has had the blues at some time. And been used, I ain't lying. I've been used and abused. And I've got the blues, blues, blues. Over you. . Everyone has had it hard at some time.
Midnight. And her porchlight's on. The signal. That her man is gone. She'll open her back door wide. I'll slip down the alley, then slip inside. . She's waiting.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . As a teenage girl in Texas, raised on dust and weeds and cactus. She first saw pictures of the river Seine. From her window late at night, she'd pretend the stars were lights.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Harmony gets melody. Orchestra gets symphony. Continents get seven seas...... Boy gets girl and all you got was me and a promise.