"I just found me a bottle of blues.   Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe..   Ain't it hard   Ain't it hard   To want somebody who doesn't want you?      And I've been waiting for a year, and a day   Some strange weather must be blowing my way..   Cause I got no mind to go or stay or be left behind      Holding hands with an impotent dream   In a brothel of fake energy   Put a nickle in a grave yard machine   I get higher and lower   I get higher and lower   Like a tired soldier with nothin to shoot   and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues      Egos drone and pose alone   Like black balloons   all banged and blown   On a backwoods river   The infidels shiver in the stench of belief      I tell my momma I'm a hundred years late   I'm over the rail   and out of the race   and the crippled psalms   of an age that won't thaw, ringing in my ears      Holding hands with an impotent dream   In a brothel of fake energy   Put a nickle in a grave yard machine   I get higher and lower   I get higher and lower   Like a tired soldier with nothin to shoot   and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues      I just found me a bottle of blues.   Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe..   Ain't it hard   Ain't it hard   To want somebody who doesn't want you?      Holding hands with an impotent dream   In a brothel of fake energy   Put a nickle in a grave yard machine   I get higher and lower   I get higher and lower   Like a tired soldier with nothin to show   and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues   Bottle of blues....."