Bottle Of Blues

"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've been waiting for a year, and a day

Some strange weather must be blowing my way..

Cause I got no mind to go or stay or be left behind



Holding hands with an impotent dream

In a brothel of fake energy

Put a nickle in a grave yard machine

I get higher and lower

I get higher and lower

Like a tired soldier with nothin 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



I tell my momma I'm a hundred years late

I'm over the rail

and out of the race

and the crippled psalms

of an age that won't thaw, ringing in my ears



Holding hands with an impotent dream

In a brothel of fake energy

Put a nickle in a grave yard machine

I get higher and lower

I get higher and lower

Like a tired soldier with nothin to shoot

and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues



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 nickle in a grave yard machine

I get higher and lower

I get higher and lower

Like a tired soldier with nothin to show

and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

Bottle of blues....."