YOU GOTTA LIVE THE BLUES
I live the blues...
I couldn't choose
any other color
And believe me...
It's not easy being me
Let me tell you my brother...
Part of me has died
For these songs I write
I'm telling you the truth...
Inside I began to grow old
as I became bestowed
With the wisdom of a
well-worn, war-torn,
battle-tested soldier
when I was in my youth
Since the dawn of that day
Part of me has died
For these songs I write
I'm telling you the truth...
There's lots I've given away
Just to say the things I say
Many books have been
studied and read
Many people I've met and let
into my heart and into my head...
(Some have stayed as others strayed)
Some colors run
While others just... seem... to... fade...
Some colors stain
While others wash… out… right… away
I live the blues...
I couldn't choose
any other color
And believe me...
It's not easy being me
Let me tell you my brother...
There's so many years of time
and tears of mine
Within these songs that I write
I'm telling you the truth...
There's lots I've given away
Just to say the things I say
You gotta live the blues...
You gotta live the blues...
You gotta live the blues...