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 blowin' my way. cause i got no mind to go or to stay. or be left behind. holdin' 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 nothin' to shoot. and nowhere to lose. this 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. holdin' 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 nothin' to shoot. and nowhere dreams it's a... bottle of blues. 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. holdin' 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 nothin' to shoot. and nowhere dreams it's a... bottle of blues. bottle of blues.