Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Inner City East Side Red Man's Blues (song)

words and music: larry nicholson

i’m pretty used up, i’m pretty worn out, i’m pretty beat down
not much call for a brown town crier town in a one horse town
you make your stand, make your bed, make your play
writing it down is to write it on clouds - it drifts away

you’re pretty weird, you’re pretty strange, your pretty voice
your shoulder blade, your raven’s hair my drug of choice
the wrecking ball rules my life, the street life drone
i wouldn’t say nothing, just know what i’d do if i had you alone

i’m so far from home
and I’m waiting for you
can i sail you away -
when i come for you?
leave these red man’s blues

pay the rent, pay the price, pay your dues
i’m a method actor playing the role in these red man’s blues
salt of the earth, salt the wound, assault my sense
you found me out, you caught me up on your barbed wire fence

you’re not your friends, you’re not your job, you’re not your art
i recognize you from your sweet voice and your restless heart
shore to shore, skin to skin, mouth to mouth
we could run all night, run for good - north, east, west and south

and i’m so far from home…
and i’ll wait for you…
can i sail you away –
when i come for you?

leave these red man’s blues
leave these red man’s blues
these red man’s blues…

© 2010 Champsteen Publishing

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