Lyrics Tugboats - The Brother Brothers

Tugboats

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?