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Old Feather Blues

be I got a home and a good warm bed and a feather pillow for my head I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston Well it's lonesome in this old town everybody

that soon In the delivery room It would've asked the nurse for a hit The reason for this? The mother is a jerk Excuse me, Junkie Which brought the work of the old

stung by you and I'll battle through any sticky sap or corner we're pushed into for i know our love is truer than the blue feathers of the blue birds

someone's veins It's so cold and blown all apart It's so cold and needing of a heart He stands alone on the top of his home Where all the blue birds

that soon in the delivery room It would've asked the nurse for a hit The reason for this? The mother is a jerk Excuse me, Junkie Which brought the work of the old

grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser Credible CRAVES HER antidote's terrible taste HER BOUGHT HER WITH A stolen soul PEDDLER PIGEON BACK FEATHER

dyes Well, you go upstate you get your head together Thunderbird is the word and you're light as a feather Detox at the flop house, no booze allowed Remember the good old

eagle feather descends And all creation sings and I am remembering I am hopelessly, shamelessly anointed with you There's no escaping your beautiful blue, beautiful blue Beautiful blue

forty acres in my head You got a kitchen, It's an oak floor kitchen And a big brass feather bed And there in the parlor, An old upright piano And a precocious blue