Broken Hearted Blues

This is a song, that I wrote when I was young

And I call it the broken-hearted blues

The air on that night was tempered like a knife

And the people wore the face masks of a clown

Don he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn

And his woman ran away without a smile

Days of the earth are unbroken changeless turf

But the faces of the men are something else

Jason Wind, as a boy, was a spacious ***ual toy

But baby now he's a toothless baggy man

When the hills of the sun

Make you feel that you are young

Get good now and face your face into the wind

This is a song that I wrote when I was young

And I called it the Broken Hearted Blues