Thrown from the path of a freight train the old man crawls to the bar
He says the whiskey is sour and the wine is too dry but the rum doesn't put up a fight
He throws down a hundred dollar bill and says Grab the wheel I've got a story to tell tonight
I was only 28 years old when the devil scratched at my door
He was polished and poised like a cavalier I was strung out and wasted and piss-poor
And through the haze and the blur the silence stirred and I'll never forget the sound
It said I've got a wicked kind of blues going on here so why don't you lend me your left ear
I'll reach up pretty soon and grab a hold of the right one and slowly you'll begin to come undone
And if you don't have a care I swear I'll make sure that you never need one
The lady was dressed in a coal black gown with her hair tied up and her nose pushed down
Into a mirror on top of the bar she was snorting like a tiger in a stockyard
She said no matter what you say I won't fall prey to this madness going around
So she ordered another double-whatever-on-the-rocks and whispered in the bartender's ear
Said I've buried 3 husbands and 4 last names and I'm just getting started here
She spread her legs to the night and the sky fell down but the world kept turning
Around and round and round
Round and round and round
She said I got a wicked kind of blues coming on now and it only gets worse as the sun goes down
Burning my face with acid tears and rolling all my fears up into one
Just give me one more verse it's not rehearsed but I swear it's the last one
So if you're ever having problems with your mind or a lover or the weather or the evening news
It won't be long before you hear my song creeping up inside of you
I really ought to warn you now you'd better run like hell
If you ever want to see the dawn again my friend
Because I've got a wicked kind of blues going on here
So why don't you lend me your left ear
I'll reach up pretty soon and grab a hold of the right one and slowly
You'll begin to come undone
And if you submit to me
I'll set you free when the morning light has come
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Thrown from the path of a freight train the old man crawls to the bar
He says the whiskey is sour and the wine is too dry but the rum doesn't put up a fight
He throws down a hundred dollar bill and says Grab the wheel I've got a story to tell tonight
I was only 28 years old when the devil scratched at my door
He was polished and poised like a cavalier I was strung out and wasted and piss-poor
And through the haze and the blur the silence stirred and I'll never forget the sound
It said I've got a wicked kind of blues going on here so why don't you lend me your left ear
I'll reach up pretty soon and grab a hold of the right one and slowly you'll begin to come undone
And if you don't have a care I swear I'll make sure that you never need one
The lady was dressed in a coal black gown with her hair tied up and her nose pushed down
Into a mirror on top of the bar she was snorting like a tiger in a stockyard
She said no matter what you say I won't fall prey to this madness going around
So she ordered another double-whatever-on-the-rocks and whispered in the bartender's ear
Said I've buried 3 husbands and 4 last names and I'm just getting started here
She spread her legs to the night and the sky fell down but the world kept turning
Around and round and round
Round and round and round
She said I got a wicked kind of blues coming on now and it only gets worse as the sun goes down
Burning my face with acid tears and rolling all my fears up into one
Just give me one more verse it's not rehearsed but I swear it's the last one
So if you're ever having problems with your mind or a lover or the weather or the evening news
It won't be long before you hear my song creeping up inside of you
I really ought to warn you now you'd better run like hell
If you ever want to see the dawn again my friend
Because I've got a wicked kind of blues going on here
So why don't you lend me your left ear
I'll reach up pretty soon and grab a hold of the right one and slowly
You'll begin to come undone
And if you submit to me
I'll set you free when the morning light has come
He says the whiskey is sour and the wine is too dry but the rum doesn't put up a fight
He throws down a hundred dollar bill and says Grab the wheel I've got a story to tell tonight
I was only 28 years old when the devil scratched at my door
He was polished and poised like a cavalier I was strung out and wasted and piss-poor
And through the haze and the blur the silence stirred and I'll never forget the sound
It said I've got a wicked kind of blues going on here so why don't you lend me your left ear
I'll reach up pretty soon and grab a hold of the right one and slowly you'll begin to come undone
And if you don't have a care I swear I'll make sure that you never need one
The lady was dressed in a coal black gown with her hair tied up and her nose pushed down
Into a mirror on top of the bar she was snorting like a tiger in a stockyard
She said no matter what you say I won't fall prey to this madness going around
So she ordered another double-whatever-on-the-rocks and whispered in the bartender's ear
Said I've buried 3 husbands and 4 last names and I'm just getting started here
She spread her legs to the night and the sky fell down but the world kept turning
Around and round and round
Round and round and round
She said I got a wicked kind of blues coming on now and it only gets worse as the sun goes down
Burning my face with acid tears and rolling all my fears up into one
Just give me one more verse it's not rehearsed but I swear it's the last one
So if you're ever having problems with your mind or a lover or the weather or the evening news
It won't be long before you hear my song creeping up inside of you
I really ought to warn you now you'd better run like hell
If you ever want to see the dawn again my friend
Because I've got a wicked kind of blues going on here
So why don't you lend me your left ear
I'll reach up pretty soon and grab a hold of the right one and slowly
You'll begin to come undone
And if you submit to me
I'll set you free when the morning light has come
Writer: Robb Milford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid