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Collingwood Blues


I just lay in my bed.
I got nowhere to go.
All my friends are dead.
What do I have to show?

Abused by my mother.
She wasn’t really mine.
I wonder if life might have been better with the other that’s kind.

At twenty-one, got hitched like a horse.
Thought I loved her, but our lives were drowning in remorse.
She secretly loved another man she once knew.
How is it I just didn’t have a clue?

I’ve been with a few.
Not very long with any one.
I let Robyn get away ‘though I knew she was one.
To Colorado she flew
With her my life that just might have begun anew.

Oh I suppose I should have
Waited, to hear Robyn’s song.
I could’ve developed my craft.
I was too blind to see that far long.
Now I’m at home, alone, thinking of nothing new.
Drowning in these ole Collingwood Blues.

But I was so holier than thou.
Training to be a saint.
Never thought to ask, “how?”.
Never thought to say, “I ain’t”.

Ran to the Desert to find peace of mind.
Would have been better if their decision was mine.
When they weighted down upon my shoulders.
It was so heavy, the burden felt like boulders.

Oh I suppose I should have
Waited, to hear Robyn’s song.
I could’ve developed my craft.
I was too blind to see that far long.
Now I’m at home, alone, thinking of nothing new.
Drowning in these ole Collingwood Blues.

Was able to cut myself free.
Before I had nothing to loose.
I’m back where I started to Be.
Sometime after all the abuse.

These are the lean years now.
Preparing for the next life somehow.
But I’ve got so much unfinished business.
I’m finding it hard to just dismiss.

Oh I suppose I should have waited ,
Robyn and I could have dated.
We could flown together to Colorado.
I was too blind to see that far long.
Now I’m at home, alone, thinking of nothing new.
Drowning in these ole Collingwood Blues.

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