Lying Low In Tupelo

Lying low in Tupelo and listening to the rain,

Feeling no pain as music caresses my blues.

It was there that I found her,

Through the fog of my mind,

As she was dancing on the window pane of my soul,

Wearing nothing but high-button shoes and a smile.

It took me by surprise, my idle while,

But I had a bottle of booze,

And weeping through my stain,

I had nothing to lose.

Lying low in Tupelo and listening to the rain,

I never questioned my sanity, looking at her vanity,

As my fingers traced the patterns of the glass,

And there, upon a pillow, lay a distant memory,

Fading into my past.

Hi de ho and lay them lo,

Hi de ho and lay them lo,

I had nothing to lose,

But the strings to my heart.

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