Blasted Chill

The sun's gone down
A blasted chill at the door
Cherie says come to bed
But night's crept into my beard
The kettle still's hot
There's talk left between us

How does that lyric go
A blackened dime my tiny heart
Something something blown apart
Not quite but sing it again
To wake the dead now
I'll bring out the good stuff

Remember Billy Cartup's girl
Here's to Laney 'fore she moved west
And one more for King
That speckled dandy rooster
All of them vanished
Or maybe polished clear

We're here right now though
Either side of the heat register
Staring at me from the cabinet glass
Raise up your voice friend
Say it with me sing it loudly

A blackened dime my tiny heart