Sunday Morning Rain (edit)

Well I wandered alone through a desert of stone
And I dreamt of my future wife
My sword's in my hand and I'm next in command
In this version of death called life
My plate and my cup are right straight up
I took a rose from the hand of a child
When I kiss your lips, the honey drips
But I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

Every day we meet on any old street
And you're in your girlish prime
The short and the tall are coming to the ball
I go there all the time
Behind every tree, there's something to see
The river is wider than a mile
I tried you twice, you can't be nice
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

Here come the nurse with money in her purse
Here come the ladies and men
You push it all in and you've no chance to win
You play 'em on down to the end
I'm laying in the sand getting a sunshine tan
Moving along riding in style
From my toes to my head, you knock me dead
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

I count the years and I shed no tears
I'm blinded to what might have been
Nature's voice makes my heart rejoice
Play me the wild song of the wind
I found hopeless love in the room above
When the sun and the weather were mild
You're as fine as wine, I ain't handing you no line
But I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

All the merry little elves can go hang themselves
My faith is as cold as can be
I'm stacked high to the roof and I'm not without proof
If you don't believe me, come see
You think I'm blue, I think so too
In my words, you'll find no guile
The game's gotten old, the deck's gone cold
And I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

The game's gotten old, the deck's gone cold
I'm gonna have to put you down for a while

Copyright © 2007 by Special Rider Music

Huck's Tune (Bob Dylan cover)

Memphis, last day of June

Moon and me just killing time
Blues station fadin’ in and out
Late night hours crawling by

The ceiling fan is whirling
It’s too hot to sleep
Take a walk down Beale Street
See what’s in the cards for me

I’m thinking ‘bout my Lucille
Eyes deep as a wishing well
Prettiest gal in Memphis
Where she is now, who can tell?

She was a high-steppin’ gal
But she sure could get low-down
She never gave a damn about the high rollers
Or the doomsday talk going around

A long night in Memphis
I’m just feeling blue tonight

Helped a blind man cross the road at Riverside
Said he was a man of God
He’d been out in the Death Valley desert
Like old Cain in the land of Nod

“I killed a man in Paradise," he said
"God knows he had it comin’
Now that old law’s on my trail
So I got to keep on runnin’

Man is a doomed creature and pain is his teacher
I never asked to be born in this world of woe
But maybe I can find the redemption here
I couldn’t get back in Chicago”

Well, old Cain, he picked my pocket
And struck me with his walking rod
I woke up, barefoot, in an alley with a big black cat
Staring at me with the glowing, yellow eyes of God

A long night in Memphis
I’m just trying to make it to the morning light
A long night in Memphis
I’m just feeling the blues in the night

I pick up my pen and write a few lines
Some distant bell chiming four
I’m thinking about my old man
In a grave in Baltimore

Never asked for much in life
A little peace of mind and a way to be free
But escape never takes you
Where you need to be

When I was young I used to think that I
Would live forever
Now I’m just trying to make it through
To the morning light

We don’t know how
We don’t know when
But all things, even this enchanted Memphis night,
Must come to an end

A long night in Memphis
I’m just feeling the blues in the night
A long night in Memphis
I’m just trying to make it to the morning light
A long night in Memphis
Oh Lucy Brown, if you’re out there somewhere,
I wonder if you’re lonesome tonight

copyright 2019

Richard Lee

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