Testi:
The Clarks Blue

should have been me That made it with you Sadly all my dreams turned blue It should have been me That made it with you But my dream turned shades of blue

She did not want to drive She did not want to fly She did not want to wait For a bus to come by She did not want to hassle She did not want to

to proud To come in out of the rain I have seen the David I've seen the Mona Lisa too I have heard Doc Watson Play Columbus Stockade Blues Chorus

Eight years old with flour sack cape Tied all around his neck He climbed up on the garage Figurin? what the heck He screwed his courage up so tight

One man?s hawk is another man?s dove, one man?s hug is another man?s shove One man?s rock is another man?s sand, one man?s fist is another man?s hand

My father had a Randall knife My mother gave it to him When he went off to WWII To save us all from ruin If you've ever held a Randall knife Then you

I threw a rock through your window Just to let you know I love you Just to let you know I care and I ain't scared To have you see how I feel I blew

cowfool There's feelin's to wrangle Loose ends to untangle and tie Sun up to sundown Ridin' herd on old memories Sundown to sun up Singin' the bunkhouse blues

around And there won't be anything that I can do But tonight I'm getting even with the blues Oh, tonight I'm getting even with the blues