Henry Jamison - Dallas Love Field

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She sings of apple trees and blossoms
And she called me from Dallas Love Field
As the winter storm warning went on taunting me
When we met we were two bright eyed alcoholics
In the spring time of the year of our lord
As we glanced the gilded edges of our identities
Whatever the way
Of the lover’s lot
Black as the kettle’s the hypocrite pot
Often than more, more often than not
So come here baby
In the dark and out
Ridin' our bikes to the dive bar at the edge of town
Was it some shrill and false persona
That was leadin' me around?
Well my right hand offended me
But the left hand was waving free
Till it knocked me out
Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it?
Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it?
Crossed the street from the bar to the cathedral and we heard Vespers sung by
the choir
And in ghostly vestments we waltzed down the aisle
To be honest babe, I never saw you comin' no
Though I did believe the world to be a starry dome
Did it, did it, did it, I
So maybe we take the longer way
To a cosmic home, a place to stay
Spinning lanterns in a field until the end of days
Whatever the way
Of the lover’s lot
Black as the kettle’s the hypocrite pot
Often than more, more often than not
So come here baby
In the darkening hour
Ridin' our bikes to the dive bar at the edge of town
Was it some shrill and false persona
That was leadin' me around?
Well my right hand offended me
But the left hand was waving free
Till it knocked me out
Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it?
Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it?
Well my right hand offended me
So I bent down on bended knee
And I cut it off
Did I? Did I? Did I?
Did I? Did I? Did I?