Brian Fallon & Cincinnati Rail Tie - The Blues lyrics

Well I been downhearted baby, ever since the day we met So I hid behind all those old songs, baby how blue can you get And the smoke filled my lungs like I was dying And the summer sunset kissed my fingertips So someone grab my wrists and pull me out of this Take my money, take my wallet, take my shoes Get a good, good hold of me and pull on the count of three Just do whatever you've gotta do Do what you gotta do And it's cold outside on a Monday Maybe that's the weather's sympathy We hate the traffic and the tax forms, and our day jobs What ungrateful men are we What, then, do I do with all these feelings All the anger, all the there, but Grace, go I