Black Blues

(альбом: The Knowbody Else - 1969)

Yeah, gunna sing a song about the blues
And man and his hallucinations
Oh the rust stains in my pathway
And the gravestones of my here say say
I been crammed up my byway
As the milestones of every every day
But the truth is here to find
And I'm gunna make it mine
And I'll find it my way

Oh jealousy reeks with pain and time
But why are so many good eyes blind?
Will they ever stop a fighting long enough to find
Their way to happiness and peace of mind?
Or will they end up eating the flesh of their own kind?

Oh, I don't wear no uniform
Yeah, and I don't carry a gun
But I can tell you many many wars
That I have lost and won
Yeah, and my friends might as me
What color are these blues?
And then I might say
Black is their color, black as any ordinary day

Yeah, gunna sing a song about the blues
And man and his hallucinations
Oh the rust stains in my pathway
And the gravestones of my here say say
I been crammed up my byway
As the milestones of every every day
But the truth is here to find
And I'm gunna make it mine
And I'll find it my way