[Verse 1: Jimmy Smith]
Started out late
In my dirty plaid coat
They all watched my heel
Lift the dead satin dress
From the ground
[Verse 2: Jimmy Smith]
One day I touched it with my hands
And it scattered like scared birds
By three A. M. They were pigeons
With drinking problems and bad luck
On God's front porch
[Verse 3: Jimmy Smith]
Where the wind
Is dense with insects
Where the wind
Is dense with bugs
Made of coffee and guitars
Made of coffee and guitars
