Day Old Blues

Toss me a breath when you hold me down Hot like a razor on my face Something's growing that don't help me now Paging the doctor just in case Low and behold things are killing me Silly expectation of a dream Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair Boys are gonna hate the way I seem Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling Feels like a fast or homeless sleep At least there's a record that I love to play Dreaming about a place I'll never see Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying Baby with a man like a lung Smell her crying, fighting back a fever Mad as hell, give up Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues