Folky-Rootsy little ditty about those special people in our world who seem pre-destined to have addictive qualities in their personality.
Words & Music by Ryan Webb
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Folky-Rootsy little ditty about those special people in our world who seem pre-destined to have addictive qualities in their personality.
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MELANCHOLIC ALCOHOLIC
(Words & Music by Ryan Webb)
She says, “Baby, I’ve been drinking about you
‘Cause when I get drunk it helps me to remember you
To be content, or be depressed, I can never choose
‘Cause melancholy follows me like a silent muse”
But a diamond is just a rock
And a bow-tie is just a knot
I’ll come back for you
And the graces of a good woman
I remember your favourite colour is blue
I can still picture you
At my doorway in the early morning
Oh girl, you’re turning into such a drunken fool
She says, “Help me, help me, help myself
That is all that I am asking”
She’s wandering, wandering, aimlessly
Like a doorstep baby in a basket
Girl, you know you’ve really gotta get your things together
You can’t live forever on ‘Hakuna Matata’
‘Cause a diamond is just a rock
And a bow-tie is just a knot
I’ll come back for you
And the graces of a good woman
I remember your favourite colour is blue
I can still picture you
At my doorway in the early morning
Oh girl, you’re turning into such a drunken fool
The phases of the moon
Stuck to the ceiling of your room
Open up old wounds
From when you had something left to lose
A diamond is just a rock
A bow-tie is just a knot
I’ll come back for you
And the graces of a good woman
I remember your favourite colour is blue
I can still picture you
At my doorway in the early morning
Oh girl, you’re turning into such a drunken fool
Such a drunken fool
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