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