Laraby's Gang

Stoop's so fine on a summer's eve When you sit outside for a short reprieve Talk to folks as they come and leave Jono, Jay, and Crazy Steve Night is down but it's bright as day You haven't been around since you went away Feels so good so that's what you say Folks say "Hi," but you say "Hey." Well, that old mad dog, he's barking for the blues bone Orpheus got a black book and a telephone Plays that lyre 'cause he doesn't want to be alone; One look back... Buy a beer, find a place to stand Have a couple laughs and hear the band Smoke a couple of your favorite brand Wake up with a stamp on the back of your hand Don't blame me, It's all been Laraby's gang, now, now. Don't blame me, for the song that the Nightingale sang, now, now. Don't blame me, 'bout the vanishing waif Don't blame me if your safe ain't safe, now, now. Sun comes up, you're still awake There's the sky, still as a lake Not even that can drown the ache Looks so high, it must be fake