Alabama 3 - Way Beyond The Blues lyrics

Every sundown You make the break By the time you hit the border You're back in chains Your jailer's laughin' As you complain You were born to run What about the great escape In the courtyard There is no breeze And there ain't no bluebirds In the trees On your knees you Pray for sweet release You pray for fortitude And godspeed When you got nothin' left to lose When you're way beyond the blues Right or wrong lord You've got to choose When you're way beyond the blues You hear the tollin' Of the bell Are you in heaven Are you in hell The saints came marchin' And you fell Were you pushed Did you stumble Who could tell When you got nothin' left to lose When you're way beyond the blues Right or wrong lord You've got to choose When you're way beyond the blues All your women Weepin' at your grave Six black horses To carry a safe You were once a king Now you're a slave Too late to pray They lock the gate When you got nothin' left to lose When you're way beyond the blues Right or wrong lord You've got to choose When you're way beyond the blues (Sing it now) When you got nothin' left to lose When you're way beyond the blues Right or wrong lord You've got to choose When you're way beyond the blues When you got nothin' left to lose When you're way beyond the blues Right or wrong lord You've got to choose When you're way beyond the blues (Sing it now) When you got nothin' left to lose When you're way beyond the blues Right or wrong lord You've got to choose When you're way beyond the blues