Well my friends are gone, my hair is grey And I ache in all the places where I used to play And Im crazy for love, but Im not coming on Im just paying my rent every day in the tower of song I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get? Hank Williams hasnt answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long A one hundred floors above me in the, in the tower of song Come on I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And twenty seven angels from the great beyond They tied me to this table right here in the tower of song So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll Im very sorry baby doesnt look like me at all And Im standing by the window where the light is strong They dont let a woman kill you, not in the tower of song Come on Now you can say that Ive grown bitter, but of this you may be sure The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor And theres a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong You see I hear these funny voices in the tower of song Now I bid you farewell I dont know when Ill be back Theyre moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track But youll be hearing from me baby long after Im gone Ill be speaking to you sweetly from my window in the tower of song Come on
tower, song, hank, williams, window