Toss me a breath when you hold me down   Hot like a razor on my face   Somethings growing that don't help me now   Paging the doctor just in case      Low and behold things are killing me   Silly expectation of a dream   Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair   Boys are gonna hate the way I seem      Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues      Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old      Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling   Feels like a fast or homeless sleep   At least there's a record that I love to play   Dreaming about a place I'll never see      Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues      Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues      Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying   Baby with a man like a lung   Smell her crying fighting back a fever   Mad as hell give up      Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old   Day old, day old, day old blues   ...