The Beautiful South - Frank And Delores lyrics

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(M. G. Greaves)

Frank loved the blue

Big open skies

Played an old concertina

Singing loola lullabies

Frank loved an angel

With black Spanish eyes

And a smile to remind him of heaven

Frank's been missing since Delores telephoned

Scared of his shadow he's bleached to the bone

Washed in the tears for a love that lays dying

Wings have a habit of flying

Singer and waitress he worked in saloons

Between big red sunsets big yellow moons

Tears in his eyes stones in his shoes

Howling Wolf in his blues

Frank's been missing since Delores telephoned

Scared of his shadow he's bleached to the bone

Washed in the tears for a love that lays dying

Wings have a habit of flying

Oooh tears in his eyes stones in his shoes

Howling Wolf in his blues