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F-in trees with the pumpkin pie! 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 blowing' my way Cause I got no mind to go or to stay, Or be left behind Holding' 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 nothing' 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 Holding' 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 nothing' 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 Holding' 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 nothing' to shoot And nowhere dreams it's a.. Bottle of blues Bottle of blues