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Lyrics: Janglin' You

Tuesday morning at four am
at the back of the cabaret
swinging around to the big brass sound
as the hours just sip away.
And a heidy-heidy ho to the crazies on the floor,
and a drink to the painters in the hole
who sit and write in the candlelight
that casts more shadow than soul.

All about you,
janglin' you.
You are music and laughing and dancing the moonlight away...

When out of the gloom from the back of the room,
with a suitcase in your hand,
a hokey smile and hot red style in a
funky black sleeveless dress.
You start to tellin' me why that I never stop by and
it took me by surprise.
You never did say what was in that brain and
I never did stop to ask

Mysterious you,
janglin' you.
You are music and laughing and dancing the moonlight away...

So drink me a bowl for the painters in the hole
and a tip of the hat to the band.
Give my regards to the hotel guards
as the limousine slips away.

You start to tellin' me why
it's a sentimental high
and I held that in my hand.
You never will say what is in that brain
and I never will stop to ask

Beautiful you,
janglin' you.
You are music and laughing and dancing the moonlight away...

Words and music by El Thomas

 

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