American Brew — Ghost of a Bluesman

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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
Till 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
Cause your eyes could see the pit
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
Till he pulls you back again

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