Sugarplum Blues by Anthony Lewis

Got your message this morning and jumped right out of bed
I laced up my sneakers and polished up my head
I was comin' round to see you
Forgetting every word I ever said

Well it was early in the day, honey, and up that hill I raced
Been up all night drinkin' laughin' with your hands on my face
I'd do it all again
If I could only find my way back to that place

I wanna go home
I should go home
I should leave you here
Cry my tears
And keep that big brown bottle near

Oh no I can't
(Well maybe I can)
Just give me one more chance
I can come all over again
Oh I wanna go home
Why can't I leave you alone?

Oh I'm mad
Aw yes I'm sad
But take it as you will:
You ain't the best I ever had

I'm glum
Sugarplum
You might call me romantic
But I'd just call me dumb

You took all I had and put it to use
It's the last thing I want, please let's call a truce
You fucked up my shit
Now I'm scared for you to cut me loose

• Folk
• folk
• guitar
• layered vocals
• strange
• Portland