Raconteurs

And a river ran, and a train ran, and a dream ran through everything
that he did
There was melody, there was harmony, there was sweet Sherrie, but it
was melody he loved most of all
An ice cube in a quiet room melts through an afternoon 32 in the shade
And a books talks, and a magazine speaks, and a window breaks, and a
movie was in his head
It ain't easy, it ain't easy, when that love is blue, the love is blue
It was a head trip, it was a friendship, he picked me up when I might
have slipped and not done a thing
A sly grin, that played to win, we will not see his kind again anymore
It ain't easy, it ain't easy, when that love is blue, the love is blue
Solo (as intro)
I write these words to his tune that he wrote on a full moon
And a river ran, and a train ran, and a dream ran through everything
that he did
It ain't easy, it ain't easy, when that love is blue, the love is blue