Aint misbeavahin saving my love for you, sing one for me, one more time in the deep down, in the way deep down, where nothing can get at me, Blow it for me hard and tight up my bung hole so I can really feel it inside my guts and my blood so I can wail it against my bones just for the kicks and shits of it, so I can fully understand what it means when they say Its never coming back again, along that winding deep river did it blow to the deep down for me and for you Mr., didn't it say so, didn't it say so in that dark and shadowed place, didn't it say so when it was on the deep down, in the current, in the mud and the guts and the blood of it, didn't it say so in the tones on blue and gold, in the deep down inside of myself till it hurts and is bruised, and is let go inside myself, holding it inside till it burst in that rough and gravel voice and it gives me
Heebie Jeebies doesn't it Louis, doesnt it feel like some Heebie Jeebies, louis, doesn't it seem strange to blow like America does, doesn't it tell me something in my sleep Louis, tell me about America Louis, tell me how it was back then, when you had that big smile on your face Louis, tell me how it was then and there, tell me what it was like up there on that band stand looking back at all those faces in a crowd that went dark in the currents, tell me how it was singing in gravelly voice up there in America, trying to sings all those problems and those hates aways into the gravel tones of a deep down voice, in an America that has no voice, and doesn't sing for you anymore, tell them how to smile Louis, tell them how, show them the way Louis, show them how the song goes, give it to them straight but with a little bit beauty, tell me that song again, I cant quit remember it Louis, how does it go deep or does it go strong up the ass in America, or does it touch the lips Louis, far and wide like the mighty currents of those muddy tones, that goes across dusky skin, forgotten and torn and demented in a strange smile upon the band stand Louis, does it in grain me and torture me Louis, does it beseech you to do the same, but enough of that, enough of the blood and the guts, and strained eyes from the smoke, and raspy voice of your liquor falling from those wide eyes Louis, tell me that song again, tell me how it goes, tell me how
It's such a wonderful world it is, I see skies of blue and red roses too, but I'm not sure I see those roses Louis, I'm not quite sure I see them anymore, I'm not quit sure I see those blue skies, amidst the smog and the fog through dense city scrapes, stretching through miles of cars, I'm not quite sure I see it clearly Mr. I'm not quite sure it's there anymore, is it still in the sound of your voice Mr. Louis, is it still there in those tones that come out like a raspy angel, I'm not sure it is there anymore, I don't quite see it anymore, was it beautiful once, was it like that, singing to those people out there in the shadows, with laughing faces and eyes, but they seem demented out there to me Louis, they seem to have no eyes Louis when they look back at me from the haze of the smoke on wilted roses, they don't seem to be there anymore, just teeth and eyes and grins and menace that faces me like rolling soldiers on the march, with beats of the boots against the pavement and blood on there hands Louis, I don't quite see those wilted roses through those marches of the boots and the drum and drone of the city Louis, sing that song I can hear through the drone and drum, I see it but not the way you did Louis, I see those faces of teeth and grins and stone and faces against the bandstand leering and laughing and jeering, in a ghost like way of skeletal forgiveness, that is not there as they laugh over and over again but maybe there is something else there Louis in another song, over raspy bar smoked menace in the smoke, I think I see another number amongst the faces of ghosts and torment and eyes and blood and blots, hit me with another number, sing another song Louis, just for old times sakes
Like a Lazy River, in the Noonday Sun, Dream a dream for me, like a dream from another time, like a dream displaced and deferred, like a dream burning in that noonday sun, but maybe it is still there somewhere, I see it through the din and drone and drum of smoke in boots, I see that noon day sun in there somewhere, come and lay with me and understand me and tell me how it was, and how it will be Louis, sing a dream for me somewhere and anywhere that isn't here, is it a song of the old time South, and old time Hate, and old time Blood and old time Guts on the Deep Down, up a Lazy River where the Master Reigns and gives out orders at the drop of the Hat, like a chain gang, like a burning sun, up that Lazy River, is that where the Dream on a Bandstand is in amongst the smoke and the drum, is that where it is Louis, is it for old times sake, or for another sake, come and dream another dream for me Louis, give me something else, is it a river and that noonday Sun in another place, in another time, on the limitless, and ancient and immortal place, where folks are playing the fiddle and the banjo all together in the sun on another coast and in another time, on another picnic place, where the woman are gay and lively in silken white and gold dresses, of all colors and creeds and such, in a places lost behind mountains and coves, a secret place, going down the Rabbits Hole, going around the bend, tell me about that place Louis, tell me that's where it is Louis, around that bend, where the people are all together in that Noon Day Sun, dreaming dreams in that lazy sun around the bend in that river and eating barbecue on a Dream of another tip, in another Land, tell me that is that Dream Louis, not a dream deferred of old time hate and Blood, tell me it ain't Louis, tell me it's in another Land and in another place and time around that Bend Louis, give it to me Straight, I can take it, but I can't see that anymore Louis, it was a little too hazy for me from all that cigarette smoke, I got those blues Louis, I can't see that noon day Sun and that far off Land, I got the blues Louis,
I got those West End Blues, Louis. I got the West End Blues, I got the deep down Blues from the End of the West Louis, I cant see that Sunny Land anymore you were talking about where the Master Reigns with the Whip in the Cotton Fields, I can't see that Noon Day Sun Louis, all I can see is the bottom of this Glass right here Louis, that is all I'm caring about right now Louis, so play me some of the Blues, so I can get fast and loose and forget all those things we were talking about and just drown down at the bottom of that muddy river, drown down there at the bottom like the bottom of this glass, down there way down deep in the darkness Louis, where we can't see anything at all, play me some of the Blues Louis, I know you got them too, with that raspy voice and the way your looking on the bandstand with that big smile on your face, but you can't fool me Louis, you got the blues, I know you do, because this right here Louis is at the end of the West right here Louis, the end of all those Western Civilization things Louis, all those things propped up like some salt on the tip of my tongue as I feel it going down with that hard liquor Louis, this is where it all goes South, that Decline I'm telling you Louis, and you know it too, it's in there when your singing Louis, its in there in those Blues you were giving up on that Bandstand, I know you got those Blues hard I can see it in those blood shoot eyes because you been smoking too much Louis, tell me its not the end, Louis, tell me its not at the Western End of Things, tell me it's where it all begins again Louis, tell me something so I can feel it, not those Noon Day Sun type of things, let me really feel it down deep, something really down deep in my bones, on the edge of Zion type things, the End of the World Blues is what I got Louis, No I'm not playing, these are thing you don't play around with, these are the real things, on the tip of my tongue like Saint Louis, like those blood shot ring in your eyes when your singing those Blues, that had me thinking about those end of the world blues, to gather myself against and within and torch them through this drink of mine, and injest them into to my vein when you weren't looking because I know you don't like them types of things Louis, but I just do it so you won't see, so when you turn around I'll do it then when you don't see, when you don't see anymore because I know you got those Blues Louis, I know you really do, but just sit down right here, and pour yourself a drink because it will be alright in the end, it will be alright in the end, or that's just what we have to tell ourselves, we just have to keep telling ourselves that, but we just have those blues at the end of the western end, that's all there is to it, but get up there and sing those blues so we can forget, and I can look down into this glass Louis, and dream a dream away from here, and see those skies so blue and red roses too and that noon day sun on another tip Louis, play it so I can forget this nightmare of an American type, but its been so long now, its been so long now, but I think I can see that noon day sun now Louis, I think I can see it, its off to that west it is, I can see it, ya there it is, right there, I got it, I hit that right vein, I got it. Keep singing , Louis, Keep singing. I got it.