Well, the red lights fade and the sun won't shine,
Don't try to chase those ghosts from this heart of mine,
And the red-town lady said
She'd save me from crying.
Take me down where the people carry roses,
Take me down where the street-signs know me inside-out.
Well, the cheap red wine is the kind I love the best,
Makes the days pass by in a magical mess,
And the red-town lady makes my soul confess.
Take me down with your money and your roses
Take me down where the night
Comes crashing through your window
Cowboy, take a back seat and make them enjoy
This sound, this hopeless mess,
Spending all their money,
Watch them undress
Their soul, their furious fire
Round the drink and smoke out of line,
And leave, in a jealous hurricane,
They won't forget your name.
Carry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won't somebody chase this pain from my door?
Oh won't you carry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won't somebody chase this pain from my window?
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