I know, I know, if there's blood on the banjo tonight
Then I really must have been doing something right
I know, I know that I'll be awfully cold when I get outta that aquifer with a cleaner soul
I know, I know what I see may not be true but, I sure as hell know that my gra** is blue
I know, I know if my fingers bleed tonight
Then I sure as hell must have been doing something right
I know, I know our souls may not be old but I sure as hell know
That our hears are made of gold, I know, I know what I see may not be true
But I sure as hell know that our gra** is blue. gold, blue, gold