Brother, are you really here? The package I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you
Kiss a girl, slay a hag Feel the flavor, freedom fag Get up early, do your chores Chase the murder with the rancid pores The thyroids with friendly blade
I'm totally confused by you I'm totally confused by you Ten foot man makin' my lunch You'll never understand I want you so much And I never, never want
Have you got a fine place to slip to When you're feeling down Have you had a week or two Just to get your troubles down Found a lot of life and laughter
lower Like a tired soldier With nothing' to shoot And nowhere dreams it's a Bottle of blues There's definitely a plan Yeah, what? Well I just found me a bottle of blues
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van Pongalo junto, invitacion extrao
Has it come and gone? Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to a sanitation tank? Is it disinfected, disconnected
Make a move with what you can Dead waters rise higher than your mind Disappointment is a feather in your cap You want the truth so you can crush it in
up blues I got the fucked up blues Lord, what can you do About the fuckin' fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues Lord,
I don't know much about love, people But I sure think I've got it bad, yeah I don't know too much about love, people But I sure think I've got it bad
was right I got the cut-in-half blues , the cut-in-half blues Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half blues I knew we
got the cut in half blues Yeah the cut in half blues Well the last thing I saw was a big long saw I got the cut in half blues. Well I thought I heard
got the cut in half blues yeah the cut in half blues well the last thing I saw was a big long saw I got the cut in half blues. Well I thought I heard
I don't know too much about love, people, But I sure think I've got it bad. I don't know too much about love, people, But I sure think I've got it bad
higher and lower I get higher and lower Like a tired soldier With nothing' to shoot And nowhere dreams it's a.. Bottle of blues I just found me a bottle of blues
this morning' and I knew I was right I got the cut-in-half blues Well the last thing I saw Was the big long saw? I got the cut-in-half blues I knew
on my grave I got the f'ed up blues I got the f'ed up blues Lord what can you do? I got the f'ed up blues I got the f'ed up blues Lord what can you
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