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

    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
    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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