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THATíS HOW SINGERS CRY

Written: Melendres Street, Las Cruces NM 1980

 

One of Kneesí more maudlin numbers, he was trying to write about what he knew. Even as he wrote it he was wondering why anyone would feel sorry for a guy who drifts into town, makes some bucks off the locals, maybe amuses a cocktail waitress or two, then moseys on. Sounds pretty ideal.

 

Itíll never work out I know it,

Thereís too many towns gone by.

She wonder why Iím silent,

But thatís how singers cry.

She lays her hand upon me,

Expecting a reply,

I just lie there silently,

Cuz thatís how singers cry.

 

Seems like I live my life six weeks at a time,

Itís better than playing one-night stands,

But itís all the same design.

You can take someone to breakfast,

You can kiss her at her door,

If she comes back the next night,

You can love a little more.

 

But itíll never work out I know it,

Thereís too many towns gone by.

She wonder why Iím silent,

But thatís how singers cry.

She lays her hand upon me,

Expecting a reply,

I just lie there silently,

Cuz thatís how singers cry.

 

There she stands at closing time

Greets me with a smile,

I get to know her just enough

To make it all worthwhile.

But she belongs to her home town

And my show must go on,

I got to be in Tennessee to sing another song.

 

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