Stuck Inside of Avignon (With The John Stuart Mill’s Tombstone Blues Again)

An MP3 of this song is available here. And yes, I’m aware that the title is silly. Thanks for your concern.

Edit: When I lived in Avignon, from time to time I’d take a walk to the local graveyard to try to find Mill’s grave. My guidebook and the cemetery signs agreed that it was there, but neither ever led me to it.

A thousand miles from home, wherever that may be
My hat’s still in my suitcase and my heart remains with me
She, she could explode for all I care
If I had hot water, I’d wash her right out of my hair
I’m sick of this old town, and I’m sure it’s sick of me
But I can only see the doctor if it’s an emergency
She, she’s got a nerve to say she’s hurt
Just now I can’t imagine she knows the meaning of the word

And now the time to dance is drawing near
Give me the right girl and a few more beers
I just want to disappear
So far from home and so close to tears

My memory’s still not shaken all her shackles from it yet
So it seems my only option isto get drunk and forget
She, she said “phone if you feel footloose”
But all the phones from here to Finistère are broken or in use

Now the time to dance is drawing near
Give me the right girl and a few more beers
I just want to disappear
So far from home and so close to tears

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