Текст песни Avalon - John Moreland
Small
town
blues
Sunday
afternoon
Smells
like
sadness
and
perfume
A
tear
fell
down
from
your
eye,
asked
the
Good
Lord,
"Why?"
I
didn't
care
where
I
just
needed
a
ride
I
know
I'm
a
fool,
but
even
I
can
see
You're
the
kinda
thing
that
thrives
on
misery
I
used
to
carry
myself
with
my
head
held
high
Now
I'm
looking
at
your
picture
with
tears
in
my
eyes
Avalon,
baby,
please
make
it
back
alive
Wish
I
could
find
a
way
to
forget
it
all
Turn
that
clock
up
against
the
wall
You
were
a
mountain
of
pride
when
everything
went
wrong
You
closed
your
eyes
and
let
the
dominos
fall
Everything
always
ends
the
same
Fire
burns
bright
then
it
fades
away
I
used
to
stand
up
tall
with
my
head
held
high
Now
I'm
looking
at
your
picture
with
tears
in
my
eyes
Avalon,
baby,
please
make
it
back
alive
Lord,
tell
me
what
to
say
Love
don't
find
a
way
(Yeah)
Turn
on
the
radio
in
that
old
Ford
And
then
Gabriel
blew
his
horn
I
used
to
carry
myself
with
my
head
held
high
Now
I'm
looking
at
your
picture
with
tears
in
my
eyes
Avalon,
baby,
please
make
it
back
alive
I
used
to
stand
up
tall
with
my
head
held
high
Now
I'm
looking
at
your
picture
with
tears
in
my
eyes
Avalon,
baby,
please
make
it
back
alive
Oh
Avalon,
baby,
please
make
it
back
alive
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