got a name for the winners in the world I, I want a name when I lose They call Alabama, "The Crimson Tide" (Aah) Call me Deacon Blues (Deacon Blues)
in words That beg An answer I got the blue, blue world And I see The blue, blue sky I got I got the blue, blue ocean In My blue eye Tell me Can This
the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues My back
翻訳: ディーコンブルー. ファーガスはブルースを歌う.
翻訳: ディーコンブルーとリッキーロス. ファーガスはブルースを歌う.
翻訳: スティーリーダン. ディーコンブルース.
behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues
You don't have to be grateful For all the world's ills There's plenty of people Never seen the white cliffs of Dover So come on, come on Come on, come
All over the world The wild wild wind Rips through the mighty words We kept ourselves warm with And all over this love Has never been stronger All Jericho
Down on the flag stones Accordions, sweet trumpets rise Rusty memories of sin and doubting Mingle in around the Queen Street, traffic noise Would that
There is something almost right There is something that really talks to me There is something wrong but almost good There is something that nearly terrifies
Always another time Getting lost in a different dream Star crossed and never scared to name it He once was a roving man Now he wears his wedding band
Where would I be,Would I be standing right here We've had such a cruel death would we be as good as to remember a life Would you never live the way that
I'm getting into space man everything is going up and no one is going down where I'm going And I'm getting better at knowing what's outside looking
alone but a house Without love is not a home plays on the radio She says why can't he be you I hear You've gone from Brown to blue Since the holiday
Every day they write the headlines Talking diamonds talking steel Don't talk things that, folk don't know Talk about money and stuff thats real Back
There was a night As purple as this With a love so close We longed to be missed Summer `89 And everything stood Sure and free and there To be finished
A cautious smile under the western sky Would curl upwards like the wild sea A special friend knowing all the ways of love Would talk his way back inside