Can you see me...cryin'? Can you hear me...dyin'? I wanna talk to you Listen too Do you know me like I know you? Do you know me like I love you? It's
If I could hold on to just one thought For long enough to know Why my mind is moving so fast And the conversation is slow. Burn off all the fog And let
Good lookin' Milly's got a gun in her hand But she don't know how to use it. Sooner or later she'll have to take a stand And she ain't about to lose it
Back in the old folky days The air was magic when we played. The riverboat was rockin' in the rain Midnight was the time for the raid. Oh, isabela, proud
Depression blues Nowhere to go Bein' bought by somebody Nobody knows. Is there anybody out there With a voice loud and clear Gonna sing all the words We all wanna hear. Depression blues
the same And it feels like fallin' on down And find another name But the sand in my shoes May trickle to my brain Well, I ain't got the blues But something
bright lights. Saw a pretty woman all dressed in red She turned to me and this is what she said She said, Honey I got the blues I got the blues from
I've got the love art blues Don't know which one to choose There's really something to lose, With these love art blues. I went and played too hard, And
day long. Payola blues No matter where I go I never hear my record on the radio. I've got the payola blues, payola blues I'm paying those payola blues
of laughs with my carbine on i keep em hoppin till the ammunition's gone but i'm still not happy feel like something's wrong i got the revolution blues
. And if you go down there anyway I found that out once long ago And it sure got me confused I still don't know which way to go To lose those old spud blues
I'm a vampire, babe, suckin' blood from the earth I'm a vampire, baby, suckin' blood from the earth. Well, I'm a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels
to. Depression blues Nowhere to go Bein' bought by somebody Nobody knows. Is there anybody out there With a voice loud and clear Gonna sing all the words We all wanna hear. Depression blues
Back in the old folky days The air was magic when we played. The riverboat was rockin' in the rain Midnight was the time for the raid. Oh, Isabela, proud
, with my carbine on I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone. But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong. I got the revolution blues
