out I guess in the morning I'll go looking for my grey striped cat My old house can take the weather So I'm not too concerned about that It was built to take the wind back in nineteen ten When this was one damn fine town But now there's no one to talk to When the lights are going out Candles flickered on the back bar The building was shakin' with the wind I bought a whiskey for the gypsy And she turned my leather back into skin Just a fleeting sense Of that rare suspense I used to think made (guitaretab.com)
