anyway, i altered the lyrics a little bit from old Tom's version, partly to shorten the song and partly to fit it into the growing SMUT mythology2.
so, for those who can't penetrate my growl, here they are:
They hung a sign up in our town
"if you live it up, you won't live it down"
So, she left Kenora, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and bloodstain lips
She went and took that number eleven trip
Well, the moon was gold, her Hair like wind
She said don't look back just Come on Jim
Hold on, Hold on
Baby, you gotta to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to be
What works for you won't work for me
Yeah, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin left to do but
God bless your little crooked heart
Toronto got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
I wish you were still here with me
And there's nothing left to keep me here, but
It's not hard to dream of other worlds
When your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record that's playing
1 actually, my singing voice pretty much always sounds like that.
2 there is a strong chance that SMUT may be expanding beyond the purview of music and into that of a complete constructed world.
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