City of Sweet

blues lane harmonica solo, she sang it’s not that
way, not the kind of night that’ll keep her warm
into tomorrow.
she could hear saint lovin’ potential in that
sweet misty-eyed music the tune that takes your
heart and pushes to the lonesome avenue of beds
spilled over with sweet smells.
she walked through the hungry night with her pale
and lonely song, not the kind song that would keep
her warm into tomorrow. she’s got nothing but
broken hearted sorrow in a city of sweet.
blues lane harmonica solo she sang it’s not that
way, not the kind of night that’ll keep her warm
into tomorrow.

blues lane harmonica solo...

Carol Brown ©