You sing me the blues until the cows come in
You sing me the blues until I'm done in
If I could hold you tight through the crush of night
Would it be goodnight? would it still be goodbye?
From this damn ghost town
And I ain't going nowhere just yet
In the frost of my bed sheets
And the birds sing the blues
Through gray oak trees with worn out knees
Through gray oak trees I hear you sing
And if the morning came would it be the same?
Only me to blame for your echoing name?
In the frost of my bed sheets
And the birds sing the blues