Montgomery - Kim Mitchell

There’s a purple haze over Montgomery

Where the storms blow in off the salt

It’s another New Orleans sad song out of storyville

About how her life just ain’t no party

That hot wind blows on the delta

Can make it’s way into your heart

If you don’t look too hard and don’t force your cards

You might find that you make a new start

The devil makes off with his quarry

And there goes your promise of glory

So tell me Montgomery

Where is your heart

And is your love real

Can you tell me Montgomery

Which way will the wind blow

What’s your story gonna be

Can you tell me Montgomery

You’re telling me this feels like the real thing

But you’re telling me he still belongs to another

Why do you always pick somebody who’s taken

Some damn fool who still lives with his mother

The devil makes off with his quarry

And there goes your promise of glory

So tell me Montgomery

Where is your heart

And is your love real

Can you tell me Montgomery

Which way will the wind blow

What’s your story gonna be

Can you tell me Montgomery

Can you tell me Montgomery

Can you tell me Montgomery

There’s a purple haze over Montgomery