| Dear Abbie |
| (Kinky Friedman) From a friend of yours in Texas Who's had a little trouble finding love. I'm considered quite attractive And I've always been quite active at the club. But the life I lead's so lonesome That I wonder, Abbie, if you've ever known What it's like to live in others' dreams And never have a dream to call your own. There's a divorcee in Dallas, There's a girl who's much too young in Idaho. London Bridge is falling down And the clergyman is out of town And there's a daughter no one wants in Buffalo. And I'm wondering ??â??Ë?bout America, Wondering if we lost more than the war. I'm just wondering if there's any silver lining left Behind the golden door. And dear Abbie, Abbie I just had to write. Dear Abbie, Abbie is there any love in sight ? Well, the last time that I saw you You were living at the old Chelsea Hotel. Even though it's been a while, hell Even now it makes me smile To think of how you tennis-shoed the bill. And it seems like only yesterday You fell off of the sea-saw and you cried And your daddy lit the fireworks In the backyard on the fourth day of July. And dear Abbie, Abbie I just had to write, Dear Abbie, Abbie, where are you tonight ? |