Mean Old Sun

Empty promises I've given

Hollow heart beats in my chest

And every word of sterling silver

Stirred butterflies beneath your breast

Still untouched by ties of binding

Go to where the gulf breeze blows

No ring of gold around your finger

No ring of brass run through my nose

Headlong for the wall now, honey

Still coming up like a rose

Dead still in the garden, waiting for the reveille

The dawn is yet to dry the dew from off my Sunday clothes

That mean old sun better rise up soon if it's ever gonna set on me

Hear the song she sang in darkness

Cheerful, fair and free and fine

"You're the one," she softly whispers

My canary in the mine

Headlong for the wall now, honey

Still coming up like a rose

Dead still in the garden, waiting for the reveille

The dawn is yet to dry the dew from off my Sunday clothes

That mean old sun better rise up soon if it's ever gonna set on me

I met a man, pale gray with wisdom

Told me fate will come collect

Hard tempered steel bites at my ankles

Soft cotton rope burns at my neck

Headlong for the wall now, honey

Still coming up like a rose

Dead still in the garden, waiting for the reveille

And the dawn is yet to dry the dew from off my Sunday clothes

That mean old sun better rise up soon if it's ever gonna set on me

That mean old sun better rise up soon if it's ever gonna set on me