The Man Who Stayed In Monterey Lyrics - Roger Miller

Dusty streets stare at me 

Looking like a daytime nightmare 

I should shave, try to save 

Something of the man that's still there 

Not much left to say, of the man who stayed in Monterey 

The stucco stores' open doors 

Gape across the square and wonder 

As this mans trembling hands 

Tilt the bag his bottles under 

Things are looking grey, for the man who stayed in Monterey 

Honey, darling, sweetheart, precious angel, little dove 

The man who left you is looking pretty grim 

Hypnotising, paralysing wine is my new love 

'Cos it makes your memory soft and dim 

Now I walk from the park 

Bleary eyed and droopy shouldered 

Scruffy shoes, flopping loose 

I know I'm looking tired and older 

One more empty day, for the man who stayed in Monterey 

Photographs in my lap 

Sparkling colours 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