Ghost of a Bluesman
From the street corner to the bar
I keep playing my song
I roam these streets all alone
I hear 'em coming, coming home
They're coming for me to take my life
This gig ain't free, so I'm gonna die
And so I play 'til they come for me
I'll play, I'll play
Through the broken glass I saw you
I heard you when you came to say your prayers
If only you'd kept your faith with them
Then your soul would still be there
No, but you had to taste the glory
You had to have the fame
And now you aren't so holy
Down below you groan again
We tried to warn you
But you refused the signs
Now you'll burn forever
Until the end of time
They all thought you were so special
As if you'd done it all on your own
But deep down you felt like shit
Because your eyes could see the pit
And now you don't know where to go
No, but you had to taste the glory
You had to have the fame
And now you aren't so holy
Down below you groan again
We tried to warn you
But you refused the signs
Now you'll burn forever
Until the end of time
As a trick he lets you roam the delta
So you believe you're free again
He lets you haunt a little while
'Til he pulls you back again (oh, yeah, yeah)
'Cause you're the ghost of a bluesman
Who damned himself straight to hell
All to play a six string
I know this story all too well, yeah
I keep playing my song
I roam these streets all alone
I hear 'em coming, coming home
They're coming for me to take my life
This gig ain't free, so I'm gonna die
And so I play 'til they come for me
I'll play, I'll play
Through the broken glass I saw you
I heard you when you came to say your prayers
If only you'd kept your faith with them
Then your soul would still be there
No, but you had to taste the glory
You had to have the fame
And now you aren't so holy
Down below you groan again
We tried to warn you
But you refused the signs
Now you'll burn forever
Until the end of time
They all thought you were so special
As if you'd done it all on your own
But deep down you felt like shit
Because your eyes could see the pit
And now you don't know where to go
No, but you had to taste the glory
You had to have the fame
And now you aren't so holy
Down below you groan again
We tried to warn you
But you refused the signs
Now you'll burn forever
Until the end of time
As a trick he lets you roam the delta
So you believe you're free again
He lets you haunt a little while
'Til he pulls you back again (oh, yeah, yeah)
'Cause you're the ghost of a bluesman
Who damned himself straight to hell
All to play a six string
I know this story all too well, yeah
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Writer(s): Braden Carrier
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