Burgundy Lyrics

If you can't pick your feet up off the ground

When you're lost, cold and lonely, and can't find your way around

Burgundy, burgundy is in my head

If it weren't for old burgundy, then I would sure be dead

We would walk through the streets without our shoes

We would set up and sit down and sing our freight train blues

Just to play in the streets for fruit and bread

If it weren't for old burgundy, then I would sure be dead

Burgundy, burgundy is in my head

If it weren't for old burgundy, then I would sure be dead

Take your tears, bring your burdens to my gates

Let 'em wash in the river, then go off and celebrate

Just to play in the quarter where I was led

If it weren't for old burgundy, then I would sure be dead

Burgundy, burgundy is in my head

If it weren't for old burgundy, then I would sure be dead

If you can't pick your feet up off the ground

When you're lost, cold and lonely, and can't find your way around

Burgundy, burgundy is in my head

If it weren't for old burgundy, then I would sure be

I would sure be

I would sure be dead