Tom Rush - Rotunda lyrics

Rush-Veitch Three days drunk, four nights crying Still feeling sickly but my head is clear You're calling all the rest of your men friends darling If we're speaking at all, you just call me dear. Sweet Rotunda, you just call me dear Sweet Rotunda, you just call me dear I've been all day drinking and all night thinking If we're speaking at all, you just call me dear. Dying by inches well it just ain't living Living with you it just ain't my line Hard hard labor gets me TV dinners And a phone that's ringing all the time. Meeting the mortgage don't make a home If a wedding ring don't make you mine. Get out of my heart get you out of my house Take the car, keep the cash, I'll take to wine The smoke has cleared our love's burned out Haul your ashes and I'll haul mine. Sweet Rotunda, I'll haul mine Sweet Rotunda child, I'll haul mine I've been all day drinking, all night thinking You haul your ashes, I'll haul mine.