Cry As I Please

it was south of Nashville
or north of El Paso
east of the river
and west of the trees
he sang in the whisky
cried in the butter
rest of the time
he just puttered along
and i

listened to his lyrics
like a prisoner of freedom
with chains of indifference
carried my weight
just like a symphony
i don't always cry
but gods don't always die
and so if you don't mind
i will cry as i please
and we

raised our bruised arms
raised our withered charms
raised our glasses
the better to see
when we first landed
it was just for adventure
but at the end
it was our reason to be

(chorus)
call out for Mark Twain
for Jim, Huck and me
call out for the river
call out for the givers
call out for another
perfect story 
take me to the border
for my marching orders
take me to the Black Hills
take me to New Orleans
just come and take me
hurry up please


now, this here fella
ate all the Nutella
drank all the lager
left nothing for me
but I have a memory
of him dancing on tile
float like a butterfly
 sting like a bee

what ran through my arteries
what flowed through my veins
what roared on through me
went off to the sea
i sit on the edge of life
with mistakes and a bloody knife
damn, but that old singer
sure got to me
so...

(chorus)
call out for Mark Twain
for Jim, Huck and me
call out for the river
call out for the givers
call out for another
perfect story 
take me to the border
for my marching orders
take me to the Black Hills
take me to New Orleans
just come and take me
hurry up please

listened to his lyrics
like a prisoner of freedom
with chains of indifference
carried my weight
just like a symphony
i don't always cry
but gods don't always die
and so if you don't mind
i will cry as i please

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