The Blues

Lyrics

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