Tugboats - The Brother Brothers

Go down a ways, I’m loaded as hell

Too drunk to ride home, that’s easy to tell

So I walk to the train, works just as well

Might do some good to sit down for a spell

She was no angel nor was she a diamond

But sure she was perfect for a place and time

No I can’t say she loved me, I can’t say I was her only

But what I know now is that she’s doin' fine

I’m tired of love

I’m tired of the little things

Who are you to blame?

I’m tired of paying

My dues like they’re taxes

Who are you to blame?

Tell you about a hill under the Brooklyn Bridge

I tend to end up down there with a case of the spins

See it’s always in the mornin' just before the sun breaks

There’s something about the tugboats when the hour’s late

You see tugboats don’t get tired they just have to go slow

But ain’t that the way you pull a heavy load?

Yeah they purr and they putter, that’s what they’re made to do

Down and ahead until the labor’s through

I’m tired of love

I’m tired of the little things

Who are you to blame?

I’m tired of paying

My dues like they’re taxes

Who are you to blame?