Lyrics Defeater – The Blues
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September, 1969.
He found himself waiting again.
Out at the crossroads, out on the lam.
This time not running, this time by right.
A road-side hitcher waits for headlights.
«the blues,
The blues
The blues won’t bring me down.»
That pick-up truck stopped.
«where you headed, kid?»
«back to the boardwalk coast to fix the wrong I did.»
That old man would bring him just as far as he could.
His hellhound sniffing out for a trace of any good.
The hope
The hope
The hope he’s chasing.
The blues
The blues
The blues he carried are dead and buried.
«the blues,
The blues
The blues won’t bring me down.»
That pick-up truck stopped.
«where you headed, kid?»
«back to the boardwalk coast to fix the wrong I did.»
That old man would bring him just as far as he could.
His hellhound sniffing out for a trace of any good.
The hope
The hope
The hope he’s chasing.
The blues
The blues
The blues he carried are dead and buried.
