| [00:01:00] | This is a song, that I wrote when I was young |
| [00:08:00] | And I call it the broken-hearted blues |
| [00:17:00] | The air on that night was tempered like a knife |
| [00:25:00] | And the people wore the face masks of a clown |
| [00:34:00] | Don he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn |
| [00:42:00] | And his woman ran away without a smile |
| [00:51:00] | Days of the earth are unbroken changeless turf |
| [00:58:00] | But the faces of the men are something else |
| [01:07:00] | Jason Wind, as a boy, was a spacious ***ual toy |
| [01:16:00] | But baby now he's a toothless baggy man |
| [01:23:00] | When the hills of the sun |
| [01:27:00] | Make you feel that you are young |
| [01:32:00] | Get good now and face your face into the wind |
| [01:40:00] | This is a song that I wrote when I was young |
| [01:48:00] | And I called it the Broken Hearted Blues |