Blue Raincoat

Blue Raincoat - Judy Collins

It's four in the morning the end of December

I'm writing you now just to see if you're better

New York is cold but I like where I'm living

There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening

I hear that you're building your little house in the

Desert

You're living for nothing now I hope you're keeping

Some kind of record

Yes and Jane came by with a lock of your hair

She said you gave it to her

That night that you planned to go clear

Did you ever go clear

The last time we saw you you looked so much older

Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder

You'd been to the station to meet every train

And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life

And when she came home she was nobody's wife

Yes I see you there with the rose in your teeth

One more thin gypsy thief

Well I see Jane's awake

She sends her regards

Well what can I tell you my brother my killer

What can I possibly say

I guess that I miss you I guess I forgive you

I'm glad that you stood in my way

If you ever come by here for Jane or for me

Your enemy is sleeping and his woman is free

Yes and thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes

I thought it was there for good so I never tried

Yes and Jane came by with a lock of your hair

She said that you gave it to her

That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely your Collins

La lala lalala

La lala lalala

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