Bobby Long Being A Mockingbird Lyrics

The night it rests like a hammer blow And breaks the morning it brings And for the mad men are down on the crypt floor Sleeping through their favours and sins

Well I trained myself to be hardened And greet the bird like the day I soared to greet lusty gamblings And drenched myself in the dusk where they lay

Oh I exchanged the dark for the darkness And I hung the belt from the wing So the traitors may part with their malice but I'll remember everything

Well I stood up and danced round the heckles And planted the leaf from the book I admit I love my romances The blackbird, the wren, the rook
Oh, Uuuuuh, Ooohh ooh

And the church house won't harbour the coffins But the docks they wittle their ships To the pleasure the feast And the memory and the soar of kissing her lips

Well I gave up myself to the dawning of the morning bird in first flight I thought I ran the road of the pauper I lost it all in the night I lost it all in the night