Stockholm City Blues

(álbum: Straight Songs Of Sorrow - 2020)

Staring out the window of this hotel room
The waxing and waning, giant northern moon
Brother Aldo, are you good for a few more bucks?
I promise someday soon I'm gonna change my luck

The rain is making rivers of the Stockholm streets
Soaking through my coat, through my boots, to my feet
No one can ever tell me when enough's enough
Descending every ladder to the final rung

I pay for this pain, I'm running through my blood
You couldn't ever tell me when enough's enough
To trade a few more nickels for another nail
Don't let my will give out before my body fails

Taxi to the corner, it's another mile
It'll be another corner, somewhere else tomorrow
No one can tell me that enough's enough
I pay for this pain I put into my blood

The chopping and churning of the northern tides
Rip at a wound as deep as the ocean is wide
And I thank my God because I prayed for it
I went to my knees when the medicine hit

And felt the slightest sting as though an insect bit
No one could ever tell me that it's time to quit
The faint and flickering light is my candle barely lit
Brother Aldo, are you good for a few more bucks?
No one could ever tell me that enough's enough

I pay for this pain I put into my blood
I pay for this pain I put into my blood
I pay for this pain I put into my blood
No one could ever tell me that enough's enough
You couldn't ever tell me that enough's enough
Stockholm city blues