This is the day
of the expanding man
That shape is my shame
There where I used to stand
It seems like
only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers
While 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 good-bye
I'll make it this time
I'm ready to
cross that fine line
Learn to work
the saxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink scotch whiskey
all night long
And dine
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
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 standard of mine
I crawl like a viper
through these
suburban streets
Make love
to these women
Languid and bittersweet
I rise
when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I'll make it my
home-sweet-home
Learn to work
the saxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink scotch whiskey
all night long
And dine
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
Deacon Blues