Deacon Blues - Walter Becker, Donald Fagen
    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

    [Chorus]
    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

    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 these suburban streets
    Make love to these women
    Languid and bittersweet
    I'll rise when the sun goes down
    Cover every game in town
    A world of my own
    I'll make it my home sweet home

    Repeat Chorus

    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

    Repeat Chorus

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