here we sit again and tales begin to spin about the things that we've done and seen
|
stories of wine glutton and glory and the occasional altered dreams
|
appetites for memories grow as the sunshine begins to fade across the hill
|
|
it's the same old chill lurking right there in the shade
|
just as a child with bright eyes and a smile laughter was all she knew
|
her mama was away and all papa did was pray so the wanderlust slowly grew
|
she spread her wings and a couple other things for the medicine man downtown
|
with his bottle of elixir he said that he could fix her and soon she was going down
|
|
(chorus) and everything begins to look the same
|
feel the burn from the same old evil flame
|
we watched her fall from sweet and kind and i wish she could come back sweet magdeline
|
|
she was gone on a bad trip followed by a needle and a silver spoon
|
mama sat and cried and papa told us lies said she'd be back real soon
|
suddenly the seasons changed from the fall back to the spring
|
answers live like peasants here when the questions reign as king
|
|
(chorus)
|
|
(2nd verse)
|
|
(chorus)
|
|
-----------------
|
Sweet Magdeline
|
| Will Hoge |
