Automatic

歌詞

The band at the St. Elmore just showed up for work The place is on fire I got it straight from the clerk A tenor sax is burnin' People pass out from the heat Unidentified flying notes are heard above the street But meanwhile in a Buick on the other side of town Sits a party of one with the windows rolled down Lost in the fog and can't find a light The radio's wailin' out into the night The automatic democratic chromatic acrobatics of the blues The man with the harp is tellin' the news A harmonic hurricane in a gone pair of shoes You can catch him down on Vine Street from four until late He don't mind tellin' it till he thinks you've got it straight But meanwhile across town in a cold water flat A man sits in the kitchen in a pork-pie hat Plays his horn to the walls, there's no one else around His eyes light up, it's the only sound in town The automatic democratic chromatic acrobatics of the blues Some people sing it and some people shout it Some sit on TV and talk about it Sometimes it's so sweet and sometimes it stings But it's always more than all of these things These old chair and these tables met before I was born The curtain on the stage is all beat and torn It looks like hell in the daylight but it's heaven at night It's the sound in the air that makes it all right A bar full of strangers on 11th and Grand Quietly drink to the death of their plans Times are tough now but they won't be always Things start lookin' better when the juke box plays The automatic democratic chromatic acrobatics of the blues