(Song title from Blind Blake’s catalogue, composer unknown)
At the end of a bar a man sits alone,
Strumming his tune and singing his song,
No one else seems to notice or hear him.
“Can’t help but wonder where things went wrong”,
He repeats the same line over and over,
And repents with his words for his sickening crimes,
But no one listens or cares for a man,
Who battles his conscience to melancholic guitar chimes.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 11:36 AM UTC
(Song title from Blind Blake’s catalogue, composer unknown)
At the end of a bar a man sits alone,
Strumming his tune and singing his song,
No one else seems to notice or hear him.
“Can’t help but wonder where things went wrong”,
He repeats the same line over and over,
And repents with his words for his sickening crimes,
But no one listens or cares for a man,
Who battles his conscience to melancholic guitar chimes.
written in 2010
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