I’ve had enough of your bad news love.
I close my eyes and the spinning starts.
You’re still the one that I’m thinking of.
Lost all my money to the queen of hearts.
On the lawn crows peck and caw.
Off in the distance I hear wedding bells.
Looked out the window, can’t believe what I saw.
You were on the corner with someone else
Go on Jesse, go on and place your bet,
you’re as close to the heaven’s as you’re ever gonna get.
My hands are dry. My heart is stone.
My mind’s made up just wait and see.
The lights are on but no one’s home.
You know exactly where I’ll be.
Tumbler of bourbon, drunk up this week’s wage.
Smith and Wesson pistol in a roll top desk.
The Devil’s in the alley, all the world’s a stage.
We’re all dancers in a stranger burlesque.
Go on Jesse, go on and place your bet,
you’re as close to the heaven’s as you’re ever gonna get.
Crack the whip. Strike up the band.
Play that old Stephen Foster song.
I’m a stranger here in a strange new land.
I know my time here isn’t long.
I’ll take the first train out of town.
Already paid my civic debt.
She said have a cup of coffee, why don’t you sit down
before you do something you might regret.
Go on Jesse, go on and place your bet,
you’re as close to the heaven’s as you’re ever gonna get.
credits
from The Best Of The Bantam Years,
released January 22, 2013
Pete Lanctot- Vocals, Guitar
Gene Perla- Bass
Paul Wells- Drums, Percussion
Kenny Bean- Trumpet
Emily Sipes- Saxaphone
Nate Reit- Trombone
Jonny Peppers- Bass Sax
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