Mean Old Sun

Empty promises I've given Hollow heart beats in my chest And every word of sterling silver Stirred butterflies beneath your breast Still untouched by ties a-binding Going where the gulf breeze blows No ring of gold around your finger No ring of brass run through my nose Headlong for the wall now, honey Still coming up like a rose Dead still in the garden, waiting for the reveille The dawn is yet to dry the dew from off my Sunday clothes That mean old sun better rise up soon if it's ever gonna set on me Hear the song she sang in darkness Tearful, fair and free and fine "You're the one", she softly whispers My canary in the mine Headlong for the wall now, honey Still coming up like a rose Dead still in the garden, waiting for the reveille The dawn is yet to dry the dew from off my Sunday clothes That mean old sun better rise up soon if it's ever gonna set on me I met a man, pale gray with wisdom Told me faith will come collect Hard-tempered steel bites at my ankles Soft cotton rove burns at my neck Headlong for the wall now, honey Still coming up like a rose Dead still in the garden, waiting for the reveille And the dawn is yet to dry the dew from off my Sunday clothes That mean old sun better rise up soon if it's ever gonna set on me That mean old sun better rise up soon if it's ever gonna set on me

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