Blues Ain't So Bad - Black Star Riders

I’m a lowdown uptown snake cil user

A street philosopher, neon astronomer

I’m a one-shot big town cruiser

And I try again and again and again

No one knows which way the wind blows

The city smells of desperation

The upset, displaced, rearranged in one damnation

I got to streamline my desorientation

And try again and again and again

No one knows which way the wind blows

Hand on the knife

Finger on the trigger

One less soul is just one less sinner

The life I choose, is the life I have

Hey don’t you know…

The blues ain’t so bad

All the girls on the corner

They come ‘round here more dead than alive

A day late, a dollar shot, whatever it takes to survive

It may not be freedom but it’s my freedom

And I try again and again and again and again and again

No one know which way the wind blows

Down the backstreets and alleys, it chills my bones

No one knows which way the wind blows

Hand on the knife

Finger on the trigger

One less soul is just one less sinner

The life I choose, is the life I have

Hey don’t you know…

The blues ain’t so bad

No one knows which way the wind blows

Hand on the knife

Finger on the trigger

One less soul is just one less sinner

The life I choose, is the life I have

Hey don’t you know…

The blues ain’t so bad

Hand on the knife

Finger on the trigger

One less soul is just one less sinner

The life I choose, is the life I have

Hey don’t you know…

The blues ain’t so bad