They still call me Deacon Though the suit don’t quite shine Waist got thinner But the pants fit fine Horn line’s quieter now But it knows where to land Same old strangers Still shake my hand Chorus I learned my lessons sideways Not the way they teach in school Kept a little of the heartbreak Kept a little of the cool If you ask me where I’m going I just nod like I always do Still chasing that feeling… Somewhere past the blues The bar’s half new faces But the jokes land the same Time’s a slow dealer In a crooked game I had a few chances Let ‘em roll on by Freedom tastes different When you ask why Chorus I learned my lessons sideways Paid in nights I can’t undo But the sound of that sax line Still cuts clean and true If you ask what I believe in It ain’t something I can prove Just a shadow of a rhythm… Still leaning into blues Bridge No, I never got famous But I got what I came for A life that don’t fit in a headline Or a backdoor Final Chorus Yeah, I wear it a little looser All the things I used to prove Now the music does the talking And it don’t need my excuse If you see me by the window With a glass and nothing to lose I’m still holding that note… Still living Deacon blues Deacon Blues Deacon Blues
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