killing the blues
leaves were falling, just like embers,
in colors red and gold, they set us on fire
burning just like moonbeams in our eyes
somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail
bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues
-- John Prine
in colors red and gold, they set us on fire
burning just like moonbeams in our eyes
somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail
bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues
-- John Prine
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