Last Blues

Lyrics

Take me from a station Take me to the train Show me down the line, my pretty young boy To that dead man's jail I was born in a red house, yeah I was born there Each room, all cold, cold like stone, it was And my mama would never tell me Why my daddy was never home I was raised by fine whisky, I was raised With this lust for paper gold So I robbed a man and took his daughter Now the devil again has got my soul Take me from this jailhouse Take me to the stair And show me to the rope then, my fine strong man Can I swim through the air?