Sunday, August 19, 2007

Bluestrain

bluestrain rollin' down the track,
blues are pourin' from its stack,
filled with troubles, back to back. . .

ain't it sad, ain't it sad,
how a cloud can turn to rain,
ain't it sad, ain't it sad,
how a cloud can turn to rain,
black and blue all over
and your world turned into pain. . .

bluestrain rollin' down the track,
blues are pourin' from its stack,
filled with troubles, back to back. . .

it ain't right, it ain't right,
how a womans mind can turn,
it ain't right, it ain't right,
how a womans mind can turn,
she lit your mortal fire
and made your poor heart burn. . .

bluestrain rollin' down the track,
blues are pourin' from its stack,
filled with troubles, back to back. ..

it ain't fair, it ain't fair,
how that woman treated me,
it ain't fair, it ain't fair,
how that woman treated me,
she run off with a hound dog
with a fancy pedigree. . .

bluestrain rollin' down the track,
blues are pourin' from its stack,
filled with troubless, back to back. . .

2007



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