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Fog Horn Blues

I've burnt my mouth eating, the last of you.
I'm leaving me
I'm through drinking, the least of you
Oh I'm leaving me
With nothing left, but the fog-horn blues. Nothing left, but the fog-horn blues . . .

The ocean turned full moon, and just for you.
Oh I'm leaving me.
I'm lip-reading, the best of you.
Oh I'm leaving me.
Rings under my eyes, with the fog horn blues . . . Repeat . . .

I've burnt my hair smoking, the lust of you.
Oh I'm leaving me.
I'm breast-feeding, the lack of you.
Oh I'm leaving me. Out on a limb, with the fog horn blues . . . Repeat . . .

I stole a boat kissing, the waves of you.
Oh I'm leaving me.
I'm diving in, the deepest you.
Oh I'm leaving me. Red rag to a bull, with the fog horn blues . . . Repeat . . .

And out on a limb, with the fog horn blues.
Rings under my eyes, with the fog horn blues.
Nothing left, but the fog horn blues
Red rag to a bull, with the fog horn horn blues . . .

 Copyright © 1986  Ed. Chapell / West Indies Music

[ Lizzy Mercier Descloux | 'Fog Horn Blues' | Polydor™ | 883 695-7 | 1986 ]

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