Blackbirds will sing in the same key As you play in the shoes that I bought you And sweet baby Jane don't know a thing About my songs, but she knows I'm a monsoon
And, baby, you All the things you do And the ways you move Send me straight to Heaven
And, baby, you What you never knew What I never said Is you're my living legend
Hipsters will sing just like a dream In Sin-é or the back Brooklyn bayou But you never cared about my name And, darling, I never meant to defy you
But, baby, you All them things you do And those ways you moved Send me straight to Heaven
And, baby you I never said to you You really are My living legend
I got guns in the summertime And horses, too Guns in the summertime And horses, too
I never meant to be bad or unwell I was just living on the edge Right between Heaven and Hell And I'm tired of it
Oh, all the things you do And the ways you move Send me straight to Heaven
And, baby, you What I never said to you 'Cause you really are My living legend
