Hmm, oh-oh

Blackbirds will sing in the same key
As you play in the shoes that I bought you
And sweet baby Jane don't know a thing
About my songs, but she knows I'm a monsoon

And, baby, you
All the things you do
And the ways you move
Send me straight to Heaven

And, baby, you
What you never knew
What I never said
Is you're my living legend

Hipsters will sing just like a dream
In Sin-é or the back Brooklyn bayou
But you never cared about my name
And, darling, I never meant to defy you

But, baby, you
All them things you do
And those ways you moved
Send me straight to Heaven

And, baby you
I never said to you
You really are
My living legend

I got guns in the summertime
And horses, too
Guns in the summertime
And horses, too

I never meant to be bad or unwell
I was just living on the edge
Right between Heaven and Hell
And I'm tired of it

Oh, all the things you do
And the ways you move
Send me straight to Heaven

And, baby, you
What I never said to you
'Cause you really are
My living legend

(Why, why, why)
(Why, why, why)
(Why, why, why)
(Why, why, why)

My living legend
My living legend
My living legend
My living legend