....."Saw you stretched out in room ten o nine,
With a smile on your face and the tears right in your eye,
Could not seem to get a line on you, my sweet honey love;
And Berber jewelry jangling down the street,
Making bloodshot eyes at every woman that you meet,
Could not seem to get a high on you, my sweet honey love;
May the good Lord shine a light on you,
Make every song you sing your favorite tune,
May the good Lord shine a light on you,
Warm like the evening sun;
And you're drunk in the alley with your clothes all torn,
And your late night friends leave you in the cold gray dawn,
Just seemed too many flies on you,
I just can't brush them off;
And the angels beating all their wings in time,
With a smile on their face and a gleam right in their eyes,
Could not seem to get a high on you,
Come on up now, come on up now, come on up...".....
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