Subdivision Homesick Blues
You come crowing early in the morning, some backstreet midnight crawl.
Another day is dawning our backs against the wall.
We can reach for something better if we can just afford the fall.
Sidewalk Sunday morning round and round singing your blues.
Yeah, you promise lips of candy, but bringing nothing but bad news.
I got to move to a different drummer kick that dust off my shoes.
Ride a coal black mare across the garden at daylight.
Dream of California, Catalina lights at night.
All the oil in Texas everything's alright.
You come crowing early morning just as dawn breaks.
From walking through the midnight with the phonies and the fakes.
You push against my sorrow and the last straw it takes.
© 2019 Faron Collins Music/ Silver Box Productions/Chrome Film Entertainment
℗ 2019 My Own Records