The Trouble with Blood

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John Hiatt - Pop

The Trouble with Blood

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I heard this poor town [?]'s daddy [?] Like he was just some kind of crazy old fool Maybe he is, maybe he ain't - hey, I don't know But I know that boy loves his daddy Just about as much as he can stand Cruel words get spoken and hearts get broken It's hard to understand That's the trouble with blood, your sons and your daughters That's the trouble with blood, it's thicker than water I heard his mama screaming at her daughter the other day That she wished she'd never been born All those tears welling up in both of their eyes You know that mama nеver had more joy Than when that baby comе into this world The pain and the sorrow will be there tomorrow It's hard to understand That's the trouble with blood, your mothers and fathers That's the trouble with blood, it's thicker than water You can't wash it out, no, no You can curse it you can swear it That's the trouble with blood, you just gotta wear it It's hard to understand That's the trouble with blood, your sons and your daughters That's the trouble with blood, it's thicker than water

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