LYRICS GAME

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