that Delta tone and
sound
from the bowels of burial grounds
toilin' in the sun numbin' the mind
enough to make the eyes go blind
Does
this
qua'
li'
fy
for the
blues
the demons are on parade
selling spiked lemonade
can't find any cover or shade
they're dealin' the ace of spades
(2x)
Does
this
qua'
li'
fy
for the
blues
mama's holding baby as she stoops to pluck
tryin' so hard not to get her stuck
temperatures risin' with no cool breeze
tryin' so hard not to buckle at the knees
Does
this
qua'
li'
fy
for the
blues
when any soul is torn through
by hopes and dreams broken in two
at that moment of the tightening screws
that's when we all sing the blues
(2x)
