LEARN LYRICS

I've bled too much on Gibsons
I've roamed too much in Tobacco Road
There's only the speakers still echoing in me
And when I split, I always ride for free
Cotton fields in my memory
Three blues notes are a bit of dark love
When I'm too short, when I'm too late
It's a fallback for another story
When the music's good
When the music gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it doesn't cheat
When the music's good
When the music gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it guides my steps
I've got no love left, I don't have time
I've got no humor left, I don't know where the wind's coming from anymore
I've got nothing but a nail, a spark
Lead things that break my wings
A little swing, a little of the King
Plenty of feeling and decibels
It's not the factory, it's not the mine
But it's enough to break free
When the music's good
When the music gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it doesn't cheat
When the music's good
When the music gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it guides my steps
Ring ring ring ring ring ring
When the music's good
When the music gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it doesn't cheat
When the music's good
When the music gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it guides my steps
When the music's good
When the music gives
When the music rings rings rings
When it doesn't cheat
When the music's good