Rum Soaked Blues

The rum soaked blues will surely make you pay your dues. You slurp em down and you place your bet. But a face like this, you've not seen yet. Flood gates open and you just feel cursed. I had no idea I was about to burst. J.B. says, "it cleans you out and then you can go on." All I know is, it's making me wait for a brighter dawn. Crying in your coffee's no way to live. But in the course of a lifetime, theres so much to forgive. Inside these walls you build so high. You just pray to God, this is not where you die. In some strange mysterious way. I find myself gateful for this day. But if I don't learn and tommorow should repeat. It's just myself to blame if I end up in the street. So sing the blues, but not too often. For surley your loved ones will measure your coffin. Nobody wants to be that kind of news. And end up belonging to the rum soaked blues.