James Taylor
A tree grows in my back yard
It only grows at night
Its branches they're all twisted
Its leaves are afraid of light
They say the blues is just a bad dream
They say it lives upside your head
But when it's lonely in the morning
You're bound to wish that you was lying dead
There's winds out on the ocean
They're blowing just as they choose
But then winds ain't got no emotion, baby
And they don't know the blues
They say the blues is just a bad dream
They say it lives upside your head
But when it's lonely, lonely in the morning
You're bound to wish that you was lying dead
My mind is rambling and rambling
Just like some rolling stone, no
Since that nightmare's come to stay with me, baby
My thoughts just don't belong
They say the blues is just a bad dream
They say it lives upside your head
But when they visit you around midnight
You're bound to wish that you were lying dead
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