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AnaAs Mitchell
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Of A Friday Night
Just across from the hospital Still inside of the red lines A couple blocks from the orthodox church That's where the old poet lives
And his eyeglasses and his necktie At the window looking down On the young man passing by On the fullness of the town
Full of them good time gamblers Full of their restless wives, full of their midnight writers Out on the corner on a Friday night Out in the brightness of a Friday night
And the big horns blow, and the pianos play And the music rose to the old man's ears I guess those were the olden days I guess those were the golden years
'Cause now the town is empty Empty as a mirror [unverified] Empty as a harbor in the barber's chair Where did the old poet go? I asked around, nobody knows, oh Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Maybe I came too early Maybe I came too late I'm waiting in the shadows Of the scaffolds of the old cafe Where you told me to wait
And I've got this lingering feeling It's like I slipped between Fingers of the centuries I know you know what I mean
I'll be a good time gambler I'll be a restless wife I'll be a midnight writer Out in the corner on a Friday night
Call me a good time gambler Call me a restless wife, call me a midnight writer Out in the corner on a Friday night Out in the brightness of a Friday night Call me the brightness of a Friday night
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