By townes van zandt



Don't you take it too bad

If you're feelin' unlovin'

If you're feelin unfeelin'

If you're feelin' alone

Don't take it too bad





'cause it ain't you to blame, babe

Lord, it's just some kind of game made

Out of all of this living

That we got left to do





And if you go searchin'

For rhyme or for reason

Then you won't have the time

That it take just for talkin'

About the places you've been, babe

About the places you've seen, babe

And how soft the time flies

Past your window at night





And we just can't have that, girl

'cause it's a sad, lonesome, cold world

And a man need a woman just to stand by his side

And whisper sweet words in his ears about daydreams

And roses and playthings

And the sweetness of springtime

And the sound of the rain






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