The blues got a hold of me lately
And I can feel a warm wind trying to take me
The last of the memories driving me crazy
And try as I might I just can't escape it
I can't escape it
I'm sorry for my hands when they start their shaking
I'm just a stubborn boy out trying to make it
It's alright if you gotta hate me
I'll see you in your sunday morning paper baby
I tell you what baby you come around
To the lights on the dark side of town
I tell you what baby you come on by
And I won't have to change your mind
Yeah but If I stand here waiting on a marigold
I'd be fading til I'm too old
So I'll keep pacing for my time
To come
I tell you what baby you come around
To the lights on the dark side of town
I tell you what baby you come on by
And I won't have to change your mind
I tell you what baby you come around
To the lights on the dark side of town
I tell you what baby you come on by
And I won't have to change your mind