Take James Indigo Blood on his hands, oh Blue-button James He was a town crier Whiskey or prophecy It's hard to distinguish, but he Cried with a strange fire His lone voice getting higher With each hour passing him by Cursing the malaise of his time So unkind Blue James looking down At his hands, he makes a fist with his right Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight It's the brave that fortune favors And going out to bat for you Dodging and digging my own grave and Lucky bravery blue
[Interlude] It's the brave that fortune favors And going out to bat for you Dodging and digging my own grave and Lucky bravery blue And it's a shame I know That God saw the shadow And that quest is fallen Says in two, I think of James He wasn't always the best man, think of James But I hear he sang true, think of James Calling his questions Vision's broken, years they ain't through His lone voice getting higher With each hour passing him by Cursing the malaise of his time So unkind Blue James looking down At his hands, he makes a fist with his right Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight It's the brave that fortune favors And going out to bat for you Dodging and digging my own grave and Lucky bravery blueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
