I'm on an airplane Close to sea Going nowhere I wanna be Distant lands Don't know who I am Eyes are heavy Mind is shook Can't feel Drugs I took Distant
heart around And leave it in pieces on the ground Baby, it's gonna catch up with you And you'll look good in blues You're gonna look good in blues
So I ain't got a thing to lose Take me to a place where I don't care This is me and my liquor store blues I'll take one shot for my pain One drag for
you Lonely night on Peachtree. Clubs are closed; it's only three. Feels like I'm paying love dues. I've got the Peachtree blues. I've got the Peachtree blues
they call it the blues (Laughing like children, living like lovers) And I guess that's why they call it the blues And I guess that's why they call it the blues
' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues); They say your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo) Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too Now my mama told me, papa told me too Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues Wish I had
and drown in sand Out in no man's land where Allah does command What good is spilling blood? It will not grow a thing Taste eternity the, the swords sing blues
down to the Cumberland Mine That's where I mainly spend my time Make good money, five dollars a day Made anymore, I might move away Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues
to deep elm put your money in your shoes The women in deep elem, they give you the deep elem blues Oh, sweet mama, your daddy's got them deep elem blues
, there isn't really very far to go Well, baby baby wants a gold diamond ring Wants it more than most any old thing Well when I get those jelly-roll blues
day Push in the button, let the top ten play Come on honey, let me sing 'em away Come on honey, let me sing 'em away Oh, honey, let me sing your blues
guess I came to keep from payin' dues So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues, yeah Is
I was born in a desert Raised in a lion's den And my number one occupation is Stealing women from their men If you're down in Memphis You best stop down
When your lost in the rain in juarez and it's easter time too When your gravity is down and negativity won't pull you through Don't you put on any airs
Red and white, blue suede shoes I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do? Gimme five, I'm still alive Ain't no luck, I learned to duck Check my pulse, it don't change
The judge decreed it, the clerk, he wrote it Clerk he wrote it down indeed Judge decreed it, clerk, he wrote it down Give you this jail sentence, you'
that babe, had them old walkin' blues Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues
