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Lay Down Your Weary Tune - Steve Forbert

In spite of you, you like yourself,

And that's alright with me,

It gets so lonesome fillin' space,

And someone must believe.

Erase them golden memories,

And blow the candle out,

Let's get on off away somewhere,

And see what we're about.

Lay down your weary tune again,

And rest your head on me,

Your phone call says you're sorry,

And the grapevine says you're free.

Your drugstore daddy's flesh and blood,

Like Marilyn Monroe,

And out there on the runway now,

The king's all set to go.

They'll cover up the window soon,

'Cause he'll be rollin' in,

He's Elvis Presley, honey child,

And I can't cop his grin.

Lay down your weary tune again,

And rest your head on me,

Your phone call says you're sorry,

And the grapevine says you're free.

The missionary paid my way,

And put me off to sleep,

I woke up early yesterday,

And found a place to eat.

I got it down and felt relieved,

And Jane went off to work,

It's wooden soldier's Christmas time,

And Jane she is a clerk.

Lay down your weary tune again,

And rest your head on me,

Your phone call says you're sorry,

And the grapevine says you're free.

In spite of you, you like yourself,

And I admire you much.

I'm out to get us back in sync,

'Cause we've been so out of touch.

Just meet me next to Noah's Ark,

And let's get out of town,

There's got to be someplace, somewhere,

These rain clouds haven't found.

Lay down your weary tune again,

And baby, rest your head on me,

Your phone call says you're sorry,

And the grapevine says you're free.

Lay down your weary tune again,

And baby, rest your head on me,

Phone call, you're sorry,

The grapevine, you're free.