I just found me a bottle of blues
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Aint it hard, aint it hard
To want somebody who doesnt want you
And Ive 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 its 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 Im a hundred years late
Im over the rails and out of the race
And the crippled psalms
Of an age that wont 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 its a
Bottle of blues
Theres definitely a plan
Yeah, what?
Well I just found me a bottle of blues
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Aint it hard, aint it hard
To want somebody who doesnt 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 its a
Bottle of blues
Bottle of blues
And Im a Incomprehensible in the back of a