| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Bleed
the Blues |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Well, you
can’t call it a secret
When everyone already knows
I’ll pick up the pieces
You can take them when you go
It’s not the knife in back
Or the thorn in my side
Oh no
There’s nothing left that
You can do
If you cut me open,
I’ll bleed the blues
They say the grass is greener
On the other side
But out in the tall weeds
Is where the serpents hide
It’s not the knife in heart
Cut straight through my pride
Oh no, no, no
There’s nothing left that
You can do
If you cut me open,
I’ll bleed the blues
The lessons that you taught me
The hardest ones to learn
But once you lit the match
I'll watch it burn
SOLO
Like you were born for the role
You loved to play your part
But I’m picking up the pieces
This song is where I’ll start
It’s not the knife in back
Or the thorn in my side
Oh no
There’s nothing left that
You can do
If you cut me open,
I’ll bleed the blues
SOLO
I’ll bleed the blues |
|
|
