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Bottle Of Blues lyrics
Songwriters: Campbell, Beck;

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, a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
Cause I got no mind to go or to stay
Or be left behind

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower

I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose it s a
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 rails and out of the race
And the crippled psalms
Of an age that won t thaw
Are ringing in my ears

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower

I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing to shoot
And nowhere dreams it s a
Bottle of blues

There s definitely a plan
Yeah, what?

Well 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 nickel in the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower

I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing to shoot
And nowhere dreams it s a
Bottle of blues
Bottle of blues

And I m a [Incomprehensible] in the back of a
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