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Bottle of Blues (Letra, Escuchar Audio, Videos)
I JUST FOUND ME A BOTTLE OF BLUES
SOME STRANGE COMFORT FOR A SOUL TO SOOTHE
AIN'T IT HARD, AIN'T IT HARD
TO WANT SOMEBODY WHO DOESN'T WANT YOU?
AND I BEEN WAITING FOR A YEAR AND A DAY
SOME STRANGE WEATHER MUST BE BLOWING MY WAY
'CAUSE I GOT NO MIND TO GO OR TO STAY
OR BE LEFT BEHIND
HOLDING HANDS WITH AN IMPOTENT DREAM
IN A BROTHEL OF FAKE ENERGY
PUT A NICKEL IN A GRAVEYARD MACHINE
I GET HIGHER AND LOWER
I GET HIGHER AND LOWER
LIKE A TIRED SOLDIER WITH NOTHING TO SHOOT
AND NOWHERE TO LOSE THIS BOTTLE OF BLUES
EGOS DRONE AND POSE ALONE
LIKE BLACK BALLOONS ALL BANGED AND BLOWN
ON A BACKWOODS RIVER
THE INFIDELS SHIVER IN THE STENCH OF BELIEF
AND TELL MY MOMMA I'M A HUNDRED YEARS LATE
I'M OVER THE RAILS AND OUT OF THE RACE
AND THE CRIPPLED PSALMS OF AN AGE THAT WON'T THAW
ARE RINGING IN MY EARS
HOLDING HANDS WITH AN IMPOTENT DREAM
IN A BROTHEL OF FAKE ENERGY
PUT A NICKEL IN A GRAVEYARD MACHINE
I GET HIGHER AND LOWER
I GET HIGHER AND LOWER
LIKE A TIRED SOLDIER WITH NOTHING TO SHOOT
AND NOWHERE TO LOSE THIS BOTTLE OF BLUES
WELL, I JUST FOUND ME A BOTTLE OF BLUES
SOME STRANGE COMFORT FOR A SOUL TO SOOTHE
AIN'T IT HARD, AIN'T IT HARD
TO WANT SOMEBODY WHO DOESN'T WANT YOU?
HOLDING HANDS WITH AN IMPOTENT DREAM
IN A BROTHEL OF FAKE ENERGY
PUT A NICKEL IN A GRAVEYARD MACHINE
I GET HIGHER AND LOWER
I GET HIGHER AND LOWER
LIKE A TIRED SOLDIER WITH NOTHING TO SHOOT
AND NOWHERE TO LOSE THIS BOTTLE OF BLUES
BOTTLE OF BLUES
