LYRICS: ‘The Ballad Of Katie Vick’

Sitting alone in a bar with The Byrds
A mouth full of blood and the air full of Gram
Bartender looks and shakes his head
He’s seen my type before
The broken hearted troubadour
The broken hearted troubadour.

No one respects you when you’re down and out
Even Fitzgerald was an outcast sans Zelda
Preacher lifts his soda and prays to god
His deity can do nothing
For the broken hearted troubadour
The broken hearted troubadour.

I stagger out into the freezing drunken air
Catching neon in the car shaped strangers passing by
Nobody stops
For the broken hearted troubadour
For the broken hearted troubadour.
Even when he steps out.
Even. When. He. Steps. Out.

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