LEARN LYRICS

I've bled too much
On the Gibsons
I've prowled too long on Tobacco Road
There's nothing left but the cases
That still ring 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
Good, good, good
When the music gives
Gives, gives, gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it doesn't cheat
When it doesn't cheat
When the music's good
Good, good, good
When the music gives
Gives, gives, gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it guides my steps
When it guides my steps
I've got no love left
I don't have time
I've lost my humor
I don't know where the wind's coming from anymore
I've got just one nail left
A spark
Some lead stuff
That breaks my wings
A bit of swing
A bit of the King
Plenty of feeling and decibels
It's not the factory
It's not the mine
But it's enough to make a getaway
When the music's good
Good, good, good
When the music gives
Gives, gives, gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it doesn't cheat
When it doesn't cheat
When the music's good
Good, good, good
When the music gives
Gives, gives, gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it guides my steps
When it guides my steps
Ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
When the music's good
Good, good, good
When the music gives
Gives, gives, gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it doesn't cheat
When it doesn't cheat
When the music's good
Good, good, good
When the music gives
Gives, gives, gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it guides my steps
When it guides my steps
When the music's good
Good, good, good
When the music gives
Gives, gives, gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it doesn't cheat
When it doesn't cheat
When the music's good
Good, good, good
When the music gives
Gives, gives, gives