I just blew in from out of town from somewhere far away To lay my weary head back down and take in yesterday There's an empty glass with dried red wine stuck around the top And a couple empty bottles cause some things never stop Drunken angel, how'd you get so lonely? How'd you write those songs that made me cry Send one down for your old friend Blaze Foley It makes me think some folks should never die I sleep in Lucinda's room And wake up every morning at the crack of noon Stumble out into the street and try to find my feet I sleep in Lucinda's room Not everyone is a winner nor do they get a ring They tell you they're in trouble having never said a thing They can love you so damn hard it's like a hurricane They can love you so damn good it takes away the pain I sleep in Lucinda's room And wake up every morning at the crack of noon Stumble out into the street and try to find my feet I sleep in Lucinda's room I hear people whisper, I hear all the talk And to tell the truth so quiet can make it hard to walk To walk the line that's ever so thin you lose your nerve Some people only get the love they think that they deserve I sleep in Lucinda's room And wake up every morning at the crack of noon Stumble out into the street and try to find my feet I sleep in Lucinda's room