This is the day of the expanding man
That shape is my shade, 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
I'll learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink scotch whisky, all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues
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
Libations, sensations, that stagger the mind
I crawl like a viper, through the suburban streets
Make love to these women, languid and bitter sweet
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
I'll learn to work the saxophone ....
This is the night of the expanding the man
I take one last drag, as I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what I want to be
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