Written in the 70s, not released until 1982, this song holds up. It’s devastatingly sad, and impossibly beautiful.
Good morning, my darling, I'm telling you this
To let you know that I'm sorry you're sick
Though, tears of sorrow won't do you no good
I'd be your doctor if only I could
What do want from the liquor store?
Something sour or something sweet?
I'll buy you all that your belly can hold
You can be sure you won't suffer no more
I'd swim the ocean or the deepest canal
To get to you, darling, just to make you well
There's no place on Earth I wouldn't hasten to go
To cool the fever, this I want you to know
What do want from the liquor store?
Something sour or something sweet?
I'll buy you all that your belly can hold
You can be sure you won't suffer no more
