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Had a few moments like this along the way...   
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          BEFORE MY FALL

(C)  BILL DAKE  (ASCAP)

Slumped in a chair 
Feet in a pair 
Of tired sneakers
Glass full of stout
Blues flowin' out
Of old speakers

Room full of folks
Laughin' and tellin'
Tall stories
Off-colored jokes
Tales of new schemes
And old glories

I'll nurse this cold one
While I think of you
Peruse our picture on the wall
You're whisperin' in my ear
I'm grinnin' 'cause you're near
But that was all
BEFORE MY FALL

I see the scars in the wood
Carved by the good
And the wicked
Most are long gone
Sang their swan song
Punched their ticket

But their ghosts are still here
If I drink enough beer
I just might see 'em
Cruisin' the room
Sheddin' cocoons
In this museum

Where I keep pretendin'
That you'll still return
To this old table meant for two
And we will reunite
And set the story right
Let the past rewind
Back to a warmer time
When all our differences
Were small
Before the end

BEFORE MY FALL from grace
Before I lost my place
Before I slipped and fell
And it all went to hell
BEFORE MY FALL.....BEFORE MY FALL.....BEFORE MY FALL