troubled dreamer always singing the blues your mama's eyes in your daddy's shoes maybe you never should have moved so far from Tennessee haunted by drugs and sweet tea
dapper dreamer with your vintage looks horn-rimmed glasses and your history books you told us the ways of the truckers and the trains the desolate son of a famous man
slippin' down the hill again slidin' down low again
drunken dreamer with a bloody nose lost in the sadness of the songs that you wrote it's a pit that we all peer into sometimes and try to back away real slow
tragic dreamer always said you would go angels calling your star-crossed soul every needle in the haystack every motel on the road you said it yourself you'd never win
slippin' down the hill again slidin' down low again
you were chasing down that dreamer's high the fickle love of the sweet spotlight I know what that's like I know what that's like you warned us all in a hundred times how you'd drown or lose or give up your fight well godspeed my friend, godspeed tonight
broken dreamer stagger on the stage call up your wife and get clean again it seemed like you'd finally beaten that game when Nashville's hopelessness called your name
blue-eyed dreamer fell one last time the lonely shadows of an August night I hope you found peace, freedom at last from all the troubles you had
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