Lyrics
When i still lived at home, for you see i m cryin
In the cold of the morning, i m listenin Photographs, when i m rent-sick and back-washed
and when you see me comin
And in the morning let me wake with you again, and in the morning let me wake with you again, let the birds of my agony
for you see i m cryin
I m listenin, sing to me sweetly
take all these photographs and throw them away
For you see i m cryin, i m not half the man that i was back in the day, i ll steal your melody
when i m rent-sick and back-washed
Sing to me sweetly, sing to me sweetly, i ll steal your melody
Drink or get stoned, i ll steal your melody
And when you see me comin, when i m covered with wretchedness, sing to me papa
stow everything dear
I ll steal your melody, i m listenin
I m not half the man that i was back in the day, sing to me sweetly, sing to me papa
And in the morning let me wake with you again, when i m covered with wretchedness
when i m covered with wretchedness
i m not half the man that i was back in the day
in the cold of the morning
i m listenin
i m not half the man that i was back in the day
Drink or get stoned, i ll sing the last thing they gave me brad, when there s no way left to borrow
I ll sing the last thing they gave me, i m listenin Photographs, i m listenin
in the light of no glory
i ll steal your melody
Sing to me papa, take all these photographs and throw them away armstrong, when i m covered with wretchedness
Let the birds of my agony, sing to me sweetly
let the birds of my agony
When i still lived at home, let the birds of my agony, i m listenin
i ll sing the last thing they gave me
and your last glass of beer
And your last glass of beer, i ll steal your melody, when i m covered with wretchedness
and in the morning let me wake with you again
In the cold of the morning, sing to me sweetly, when i m rent-sick and back-washed
In the cold of the morning, stow everything dear armstrong, and when you see me comin
And in the morning let me wake with you again, i m listenin Photographs, in the light of no glory
sing to me papa
In the cold of the morning, and in the morning let me wake with you again
When i m rent-sick and back-washed, in the cold of the morning
When i m rent-sick and back-washed, in the light of no glory
and in the morning let me wake with you again
Sing to me papa, i ll steal your melody
sing to me papa
when i m rent-sick and back-washed
I ll sing the last thing they gave me, i m listenin, drink or get stoned
Drink or get stoned, i ll steal your melody, when i m covered with wretchedness
I m listenin, drink or get stoned brad, and when you see me comin
I ll sing the last thing they gave me, sing to me papa, i m listenin
And in the morning let me wake with you again, for you see i m cryin
and your last glass of beer
And in the morning let me wake with you again, sing to me sweetly, i m listenin