| Song | Black Blues |
| Artist | Black Oak Arkansas |
| Album | The Knowbody Else '69 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Black Oak Arkansas | |
| Yeah, gunna sing a song about the blues, | |
| and man and his hallucinations. | |
| Oh the rust stains in my pathway, | |
| and the gravestones of my here say say. | |
| I been crammed up my byway, | |
| as the milestones of every every day, | |
| but the truth is here to find, | |
| and I'm gunna make it mine, | |
| and I'll find it my way. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Oh jealousy reeks with pain and time, | |
| but why are so many good eyes blind? | |
| Will they ever stop a fightin' long enough to find, | |
| their way to happiness and peace of mind? | |
| Or will they end up eatin' the flesh of their own kind? | |
| Oh, I don't wear no uniform, | |
| yeah, and I don't carry a gun. | |
| But I can tell you many many wars, | |
| that I have lost and won. | |
| Yeah, and my friends might as me, | |
| what color are these blues? | |
| And then I might say, | |
| black is their color, black as any ordinary day. | |
| (Repeat Chorus) | |
| (Repeat 1st verse) |
| zuo ci : Black Oak Arkansas | |
| Yeah, gunna sing a song about the blues, | |
| and man and his hallucinations. | |
| Oh the rust stains in my pathway, | |
| and the gravestones of my here say say. | |
| I been crammed up my byway, | |
| as the milestones of every every day, | |
| but the truth is here to find, | |
| and I' m gunna make it mine, | |
| and I' ll find it my way. | |
| Chorus | |
| Oh jealousy reeks with pain and time, | |
| but why are so many good eyes blind? | |
| Will they ever stop a fightin' long enough to find, | |
| their way to happiness and peace of mind? | |
| Or will they end up eatin' the flesh of their own kind? | |
| Oh, I don' t wear no uniform, | |
| yeah, and I don' t carry a gun. | |
| But I can tell you many many wars, | |
| that I have lost and won. | |
| Yeah, and my friends might as me, | |
| what color are these blues? | |
| And then I might say, | |
| black is their color, black as any ordinary day. | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Repeat 1st verse |
| zuò cí : Black Oak Arkansas | |
| Yeah, gunna sing a song about the blues, | |
| and man and his hallucinations. | |
| Oh the rust stains in my pathway, | |
| and the gravestones of my here say say. | |
| I been crammed up my byway, | |
| as the milestones of every every day, | |
| but the truth is here to find, | |
| and I' m gunna make it mine, | |
| and I' ll find it my way. | |
| Chorus | |
| Oh jealousy reeks with pain and time, | |
| but why are so many good eyes blind? | |
| Will they ever stop a fightin' long enough to find, | |
| their way to happiness and peace of mind? | |
| Or will they end up eatin' the flesh of their own kind? | |
| Oh, I don' t wear no uniform, | |
| yeah, and I don' t carry a gun. | |
| But I can tell you many many wars, | |
| that I have lost and won. | |
| Yeah, and my friends might as me, | |
| what color are these blues? | |
| And then I might say, | |
| black is their color, black as any ordinary day. | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Repeat 1st verse |