Dave Alvin
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(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI, Administered by Bug Music)
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Standin¡¯ barefoot in your kitchen door
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Listenin¡¯ to the soft evenin¡¯ rain
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Watchin¡¯ you dryin¡¯ off from your shower
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You look at me like you don¡¯t know my name
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Then you heat the coffee on the stove
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Pull the cup down from the shelf
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And slowly turn your back on me
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As I sing a blues song to myself.
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Yeah I wish that I could hold you baby
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But you seem so far away
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Yeah I wish that I could kiss you baby
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But I¡¯ve run out of sweet words to say
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And I wish that I could hear
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Yeah I wish that I could hear
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The blues you sing to yourself.
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Now all the makeup is washed off your face
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And your hair is slicked back wet
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You hung the dress up you wore last night
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And changed the sheets on your bed
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All the promises you whispered to me
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I guess they¡¯re meant for someone else
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Cause all I hear is the soft evenin¡¯ rain
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And the blues that I sing to myself.
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Yeah I wish that I could hold you baby
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But you seem so far away
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Yeah I wish that I could kiss you baby
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But I¡¯ve run out of sweet words to say
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And I wish that I could hear
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Oh I wish that I could hear
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The blues you sing to yourself
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The blues you sing to yourself.
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Now would you care if I walked out this door
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Baby I can¡¯t really tell
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Our eyes meet but we just look away
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And sing our blues to ourselves.
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Yeah I wish that could hold you baby
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But you seem so far away
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Yeah I wish that I could kiss you baby
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But I¡¯ve run out of sweet words to say
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And I wish that I could hear
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Yeah I wish that I could hear
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The blues you sing
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The blues
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The blues you sing to yourself.
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Evening Blues
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| Dave Alvin |
