What Deaner Was Talkin' About

The wash is out, it's hanging up
And all I have is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
The sun comes up and
I'm all washed out
Is this what
Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think
I will ever return again, my friend
If I was king
I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert and dress to kill
I might even slip you something
The sun comes up and
I'm all washed out
Is this what
Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think
I will ever return again, my friend
The sun comes up and
I'm all washed out
Is this what
Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think
I will ever return again, my friend
I do not think
I will ever return again, my friend
I do not think
I will ever return again, my friend