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Another night burned too quickly.
set my glass solemnly on the bar,
on top of a napkin so as not to leave a stain.
Give the bartender a tip of the hat to a job well done,
shake off the cold and saunter towards the door.
Oh, what an artist the world is losing in me.

It's been a long one,
noone's denying me that.
I can't drive and a walk sounds nice.
It's amazing how the city wakes up,
once all the decent men have gone to sleep.
fighters and gamblers,
men weeping and women trying.
It all feels right to me,
Nothing I want for myself,
but enjoyable to see none the less.
Oh, what an artist the world is losing in me.

It started to rain around killdeer street,
I don't mind rain, never have.
Some people say I shouldn't talk about rain,
but they don't want me leaving the bar either.
There is alot to be said of a man who avoids the rain.
It's like fishing with an old friend on a Sunday,
or a mustang that's been fixed up just right.
Me and rain,
we get along just fine.
Oh, what an artist the world is losing in me.

I've been alone thirty years now,
my wife got the cancer too young.
Doctor says the cigarettes caught up to the broad too early,
personally I think she was just done with it all.
Which is fine, some people just aren't cut out for this world.
It's the bitter truth of it,
the harder you fight, the quicker the fight is over.
An old boxer taught me that one,
He said he would rather go down strong than to go down tired.
I would think he wouldn't want to down at all,
but that's just me.
I guess every man gets along in their own way.
Me, I'm happy just to get along.
Oh, what an artist the world is losing in me.