8267 from Dice Cup by Raymond Little

8267

I’m not broken I just feel disgusted,
mistrusted, man, she really made a fool of me.
Get off my ladder get back on your slide, dear.
Two-timing tramp, I gotta climb back to the top.
I thought I knew but I don’t know what pain is,

I thought I knew, until I looked at you.
I thought I knew, but I don’t have a clue.

8267 on the Big Bay Road,
you made it cold up here long before it snowed.
I could feel that bleak wind long before she blew,
put on your game face boys, you might get lucky, too.
Danny boy, you might get lucky, too.

Twenty-two Presque Isle Avenue.
Well I can’t say, I can’t say that it was true.
Miss Rosa Parks she wasn’t always looked up to.
Just cause it’s history, baby, don’t mean that it’s through.
I thought I knew but I don’t know what love is,

I thought I knew, that’s why I fell for you.
I thought I knew, I think I still do.

8267 on the Big Bay Road.
Won’t you shine your light on this heavy load.
The days are getting longer and the sky is getting blue.
Aren't these days just like the nights since I’ve been missin you.
Ain’t that sky just like my heart, all big and blue.

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