MAN WHO STAYED IN MONTEREY
(Dennis Linde)

Roger Miller - 1969


Dusty streets stare at me, lookin' like a daytime nightmare
I should shave, try to save somethin' of the man that's still there
Not much left to save of the man who stayed in Monterey


The stucco stores, open doors, gape across this square and wonder
As this man's trembling hands tilt the bag his bottle's under
Things are looking gray for the man who stayed in Monterey


Honey, darlin', sweetheart, precious angel, little dove
The man you left is lookin' pretty grim
Hypnotized and paralyzed and wine is my new love
'Cause it makes your mem'ry soft and dim


Now I walk from the park, blearey-eyed and droopy shouldered
Scuffy shoes floppin' loose, I know I'm looking tired and older
One more empty day for the man who stayed in Monterey


(Guitar Solo)


Photographs in my lap, sparkling colors rush up to me
>From the page, brown with age, all these things I keep are truly
Flowers on the grave of the man who stayed in Monterey
Flowers on the grave of the man who stayed in Monterey






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - February 2011)