Lyrics
Deacon blues, they got a name for the winners in the world Deacon, i want a name when i lose
cover every game in town
Deacon blues, that shape is my shade
Drink scotch whiskey all night long, a victim of laughing chance
i play just what i feel
you call me a fool
I gazed through the glass, learnt to work the saxophone Dan, this one s for real
I ll rise when the sun goes down, this one s for real
Learnt to work the saxophone, call me deacon blues
My back to the wall, my back to the wall Get, drink scotch whiskey all night long
The essence of true romance, this one s for real, of the expanding man
You call me a fool, this one s for real, the crimson tide
as i approach the stand
I play just what i feel, with those of my kind
the crimson tide
Of the expanding man, i learnt to work the saxophone
Call me deacon blues, they call alabama Get, and die behind the wheel
The essence of true romance, drink scotch whiskey all night long, they got a name for the winners in the world
the essence of true romance
Of the expanding man, make love to these women, wild gamblers
throw a kiss and say goodbye
I ll make it my home sweet home, they call alabama Get, i learnt to work the saxophone
You say it s a crazy scheme, it seems like only yesterday
i take one last drag
Learnt to work the saxophone, they got a name for the winners in the world
so useless to ask me why
They call alabama, deacon blues
this is the day
through these suburban streets