I learned how to hammer
in the burning August sun.
I learned how lie and cheat,
how to steal and just how to run.
I fell asleep most nights
with somebody else’s
blood on my tongue, your tongue.
You learned just how to run.

But it’s just the blues, Mary,
the blues,
swirling around my head
like your dreams in Dorothy’s shoes…
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you.

You learned how to cry
in them lonesome September nights.
I learned to get by
with the dogs, and the dirt,
and the charm of the street.
I fell asleep most nights
with your pictures
right behind my eyes, your eyes.
The killer and the victim arrive
right at the same time.

But it’s just the blues, Mary,
the blues,
swirling around my head
like your dreams in Dorothy’s shoes…
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you.

But it’s just the blues, Mary,
the blues,
swirling around my head
like your dreams in Dorothy’s shoes…
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you.

The cause for smile
is bright like the ramparts on the Fourth of July.
And my baby swings like a boxer,
and send her right hooks on’na my chin.
She cries like a baby,
and she wears me just like a ring.
She cries like a baby,
and she wears me just like a ring.

Learned how to swagger,
I learned how to hold you
while your body burned.
Learned how to compromise
while this whirlwind hurricane turned.
We fell asleep most nights
with each others’ blood on our tongues.
My love, if you ever just had enough,

But it’s just the blues, Mary,
the blues,
swirling around my head
like your dreams in Dorothy’s shoes…
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you.
But it’s just the blues, Mary,
the blues,
swirling around my head
like your dreams in Dorothy’s shoes…
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you.
And it’s just the blues, Mary,
the blues,
swirling around my head
like your dreams in Dorothy’s shoes…
I’m somewhere over the rainbow for you.

But it’s just the blues, Mary,
the blues,
swirling around my head
like your dreams in Dorothy’s shoes…
~Brian Fallon