Famous Blue Raincoat Songtext
von H‐Burns

It′s four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you′re better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you′re building
Your little house deep in the desert
You′re living for nothing now
I hope you're keeping some kind of record

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Oh, the last time we saw you, you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You′d been to the station to meet every train
You came home without Lili Marlene


And you treated my woman
To a flake of your life
When she came back
She was nobody's wife

Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well, I see Jane′s awake
She sends her regard

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer?
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way

If you ever come by
For Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping
And his woman is free

Yes, and thanks for the trouble
You took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good
So I never tried


Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L. Cohen