Put A Nickle In a Graveyard Machine

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I just found me a bottle of bluesSome strange comfort for a soul to sootheAin't it hard, ain't it hardTo want somebody who doesn't want youAnd I've been waitin for a year or a daySome strange weather must be blowin my wayCause I got no mindTo go or to stay or be left behindHolding hands with an impotent dreamIn a brothel of fake energyPut a nickle in a graveyard machineI get higher and lowerI get higher and lowerLike a tired soldierWith nothin to shoot and nowhere to loseIt's a bottle of bluesEgos drone and pose aloneLike black balloons all banged and blownOn a backwoods riverInfidels shiver in the stench of beliefAnd tell me my momma I'm a hundred years lateI'm over the rails and out of the raceAnd crippled psalms of an age that won't thawAre ringin in my earsHolding hands with an impotent dreamIn a brothel of fake energyPut a nickle in a graveyard machineI get higher and lowerI get higher and lowerLike a tired soldierWith nothin to shoot and nowhere to loseIt's a bottle of bluesI just found me a bottle of bluesSome strange comfort for a soul to sootheAin't it hard, ain't it hardTo want somebody who doesn't want youHolding hands with an impotent dreamIn a brothel of fake energyPut a nickle in a graveyard machineI get higher and lowerI get higher and lowerLike a tired soldier with nothin shootAnd nowhere to loseIt's a bottle of bluesBottle of blues---------------------------------One of my new favorite songs.