调：C major•
Verse 1
In the church I wrote a blues song
to show the other poets what I could
do with song form, new music.
Come back, Christmas.
Christmas, come back,
how come you're still comin' round?
Boyfriends won't sniff so much glue
Last year I thought I'll never leave
Manhattan alive
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B
Honey, oh honey, I know I'm makin' no sense,
no, not at all
Sugar, baby,
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this city stole my poetry pants
Merry Christmas,
don't take too much heart dope
Manhattan reborn,
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B
after I gave up all hope
Radiator cockroach,
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B
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B
waving your horns at the wall
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C
F
he'd better stay out there in the hall.
And then I went out after that
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to taste the scene there
and hear what the loc
downstairs
in the basement on MacDougall Street,
and they asked us if we
wanted to do a set
among the amateur musicians
in the stone room basement downstairs.
So I said yeah,
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me and Gary, I wrote the next words.
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A
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Cb
Gb
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wanted to be a minstrel man
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Dic tated epics in books
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Ab
Inside a Volkswagen van
Don't take me away, no
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B
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I tried tuning out old Holy Blake
Back in the basement,
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guitars ring me all around
I can still will sing my way
Listen here children
I'm an old creep full of desire
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It's because my heart is on fire
you could sing like an angel choir.
That was January 1972.
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