Kinky Friedman gelesen von Wiglaf Droste -
1976-05-03, evening show: The Warehouse, New Orleans, LA, USA
Dear Abbie
(kinky friedman)
From a friend of yours in texas
Who's had a little trouble finding love.
I'm considered quite attractive
And I've always been quite active at the club.
But the life I lead's so lonesome
That I wonder, abbie, if you've ever known
What it's like to live in others' dreams
And never have a dream to call your own.
There's a divorcee in dallas,
There's a girl who's much too young in idaho.
London bridge is falling down
And the clergyman is out of town
And there's a daughter no one wants in buffalo.
And I'm wondering ¡®bout america,
Wondering if we lost more than the war.
I'm just wondering if there's any silver lining left
Behind the golden door.
And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write.
Dear abbie, abbie is there any love in sight?
Well, the last time that I saw you
You were living at the old chelsea hotel.
Even though it's been a while, hell
Even now it makes me smile
To think of how you tennis-shoed the bill.
And it seems like only yesterday
You fell off of the sea-saw and you cried
And your daddy lit the fireworks
In the backyard on the fourth day of july.
And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write,
Dear abbie, abbie, where are you tonight?
From a friend of yours in texas
Who's had a little trouble finding love.
I'm considered quite attractive
And I've always been quite active at the club.
But the life I lead's so lonesome
That I wonder, abbie, if you've ever known
What it's like to live in others' dreams
And never have a dream to call your own.
There's a divorcee in dallas,
There's a girl who's much too young in idaho.
London bridge is falling down
And the clergyman is out of town
And there's a daughter no one wants in buffalo.
And I'm wondering ¡®bout america,
Wondering if we lost more than the war.
I'm just wondering if there's any silver lining left
Behind the golden door.
And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write.
Dear abbie, abbie is there any love in sight?
Well, the last time that I saw you
You were living at the old chelsea hotel.
Even though it's been a while, hell
Even now it makes me smile
To think of how you tennis-shoed the bill.
And it seems like only yesterday
You fell off of the sea-saw and you cried
And your daddy lit the fireworks
In the backyard on the fourth day of july.
And dear abbie, abbie I just had to write,
Dear abbie, abbie, where are you tonight?
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Other Album Tracks
- Cindy (When I Get Home)
- Flint Hill Special
- Werewolves of London
- Too Good to Be Wasted
- Mad Man
- Tears on My Pillow
- A Lady Is Still a Lady
- They Had to Move Away
- Alabama Dark (fragment)
- Is There Life on Mars?
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