Deacon Blues - Steely Dan

Bum, bum, bum, ba, bum Yeah feel me Uh, uh, uh, uh Oh, believe I feel great today I can't help but just pour my drink Cause sometimes it be talkin' to a nigga Yeah sometimes I be talkin' back Sometimes I be, ha I swear Play me, nigga I'm faded Nigga I feel like 25 babies It's gone, drunk, lookin' like a robber Headed to the church or headed to the brothel Poppin' my collar, really like Bieber How do you tell the truth to a crowd of white people? Made it, motivational speaker, bumpin' Most time tellin' my teacher somethin' Baby we was like Decatur We was like Lithonia elevated thinker, bump it Deacon, stuntin' was a habit Trappin' was a hobby, shooter got a reason Thumper, Sasha why you gotta leave me? We was like forever life is so confusin', fuck it Take me, take me to revival Maybe this'll help me, maybe this'll change my mind Oh, believe I feel great today I might just pour my drank Cause sometimes it be talkin' to a nigga Yeah sometimes I be talkin' back Sometimes I be, uh, uh, yeah House-side niggas always stuffin' a few Southside niggas always keepin' it there .45 trigger gave 'em somethin' to do We shoulda shot at the moon House-side niggas always stuffin' a few Southside niggas always keepin' it there .45 trigger gave 'em somethin' to do We shoulda shot at the moon Jesus always told me I was special Mommy told me go and get some money Spread shit to the world Cause ain't no fun if the homies can't have some Have mine, nigga heaven ain't free We was just prayin' for another drink Bitch look good to a buzzard, hey I could barely hear from the thunder, wait I could barely feel for the money, wait Baby we was like Decatur We was like Lithonia elevated thinker, bump it Deacon, stuntin' was a habit Trappin' was a hobby, shooter got a reason Sasha why you gotta leave me? We was like forever life is so confusin', fuck it Take me, take me to revival Maybe this'll help me, maybe this'll ease my mind Oh, believe I feel great today I might just pour my drank Cause sometimes it be talkin' to a nigga Yeah, sometimes I be talkin' back Sometimes I be, yeah, ha House-side niggas always stuffin' a few Southside niggas always keepin' it there .45 trigger gave 'em somethin' to do We shoulda shot at the moon House-side niggas always stuffin' a few Southside niggas always keepin' it there .45 trigger gave 'em somethin' to do We shoulda shot at the moon Ridin' down the street with the hazard lights on Turn my phone off while I'm switchin' time zones Lost in the sauce not sure where I stand You can't call me back if you can't pay me in advance Ridin' down the street with the hazard lights on Turn my phone off while I'm switchin' time zones Lost in the sauce not sure where I stand You can't call me back if you can't pay me in advance

This is the day, of the expanding man That shape is my shade, there where I used to stand It seems like only yesterday, I gazed through the glass At ramblers, wild gamblers, that's all in the past You call me a fool, you say it's a crazy scheme This one's for real, I already bought the dream So useless to ask me why, throw a kiss and say goodbye I'll make it this time, I'm ready to cross that fine line I'll learn to work the saxophone I'll play just what I feel And drink Scotch whiskey all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues, Deacon Blues My back to the wall, a victim of laughing chance This is for me, the essence of true romance Sharing the things we know and love with those of my kind Libations, sensations that stagger the mind I crawl like a viper through these suburban streets Make love to these women, languid and bittersweet I'll rise when the sun goes down, cover every game in town A world of my own, I'll make it my home sweet home I'll learn to work the saxophone I'll play just what I feel And drink Scotch whiskey all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues, Deacon Blues This is the night of the expanding man I take one last drag as I approach the stand I cried when I wrote this song, and sue me if I play too long This brother is free, I'll be what I want to be I'll learn to work the saxophone I'll play just what I feel And drink Scotch whiskey all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues, Deacon Blues

There's a man i meet walks up our street He's a worker for the council Has been twenty years And he takes no lip off nobody And litter off the gutter Puts it in a bag And never seems to mutter And he packs his lunch in a "sunblest" bag The children call him "bogie" He never lets on But i know 'cause he once told me He let me know a secret about the money in his kitty He's gonna buy a dinghy Gonna call her dignity And i'll sail her up the west coast Through villages and towns I'll be on my holidays They'll be doing their rounds They'll ask me how i got her i'll say "i saved my money" They'll say isn't she pretty that ship called dignity And i'm telling this story In a faraway scene Sipping down raki And reading maynard keynes And i'm thinking about home and all that means And a place in the winter for dignity And i'll sail her up the west coast Through villages and towns I'll be on my holidays They'll be doing their rounds They'll ask me how i got her i'll say "i saved my money" They'll say isn't she pretty that ship called dignity I'll set it up, set it up, set it up Set it up, set it up, set it up Yeah, set it up again, set it up again Set it up again, set it up again Set it up, set it up, set it up Set it up, set it up, set it up Yeah, set it up again, set it up again Set it up again, set it up again And i'm thinking about home And i'm thinking about faith And i'm thinking about work And i'm thinking how good it would be To be here some day On a ship called dignity A ship called dignity That ship