Sad Eyed Lady Of The Low Lands

	  		   
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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times  
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And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes  
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And your silver cross and your voice like chimes  
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Oh who among them do they think could bury you?  
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With your pockets well protected at last  
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And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass  
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And your flesh like silk and your face like glass  
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Who among them do they think could carry you?  


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Sad eyed lady of the lowlands  
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Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes  
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My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums  
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Should I leave them by your gate  
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Or sad eyed lady should I wait?  




With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace  
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace  
And your basement clothes and your hollow face  
Who among them can think he could outguess you?  
With your sillouette when the sunlight dims  
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims  
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns  
Who among them would try to impress you?  

Chorous  

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list  
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss  
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this  
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?  
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug  
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs  
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs  
Who among them do you think could resist you?  

Chorous  

Oh the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide  
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.  
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?  
Oh how could they ever mistake you?  
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm  
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm  
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms  
How could they ever ever persuade you?  

Chorous