In spite of you, you like yourself And that's alright with me It gets so lonesome fillin' space And someone must believe
Erase them golden memories And blow the candle out Let's get on off away somewhere And see what we're about
Lay down your weary tune again And rest your head on me Your phone call says you're sorry And the grapevine says you're free
Your drugstore daddy's flesh and blood Like Marilyn Monroe And out there on the runway now The king's all set to go
They'll cover up the window soon 'Cause he'll be rollin' in He's Elvis Presley, honey child And I can't cop his grin
Lay down your weary tune again And rest your head on me Your phone call says you're sorry And the grapevine says you're free
The missionary paid my way And put me off to sleep I woke up early yesterday And found a place to eat
I got it down and felt relieved And Jane went off to work It's wooden soldier's Christmas time And Jane she is a clerk
Lay down your weary tune again And rest your head on me Your phone call says you're sorry And the grapevine says you're free
[Instrumental Bridge] In spite of you, you like yourself And I admire you much I'm out to get us back in sync 'Cause we've been so out of touch
Just meet me next to Noah's Ark And let's get out of town There's got to be someplace, somewhere These rain clouds haven't found Lay down your weary tune again And baby, rest your head on me Your phone call says you're sorry And the grapevine says you're free
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