Get Older

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

Learnt to work the saxophone

I, I play just what I feel

Drink Scotch whiskey all night long

(Aah)

And die behind the wheel

They got a name for the winners in the world

I, I want a name when I lose

They call Alabama, "The Crimson Tide"

(Aah)

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 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

Learnt to work the saxophone

I, I play just what I feel

Drink Scotch whiskey all night long

(Aah)

And die behind the wheel

They got a name for the winners in the world

I, I want a name when I lose

They call Alabama, "The Crimson Tide"

(Aah)

Call me Deacon Blues

(Deacon Blues)

This is the night

Of the expanding 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

I learnt to work the saxophone

I, I play just what I feel

Drink Scotch whiskey all night long

(Aah)

And die behind the wheel

They got a name for the winners in the world

I, I want a name when I lose

They call Alabama, "The Crimson Tide"

(Aah)

Call me Deacon Blues

(Deacon Blues)