(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 ?