Lyric 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

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