Take James Indigo
Blood on his hands, oh
Blue-bu*ton James
He was a town crier Whiskey or prophecy
It's hard to distinguish, but he
Cried with a strange fire His lone voice getting higher
With each hour pa**ing him by
Cursing the malaise of his time,
So unkind Blue James looking down
At his hands, he makes a fist with his right
Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight It's the brave that fortune favors
And going out to bat for you
Dodging and digging my own grave and
Lucky bravery blue [Interlude] It's the brave that fortune favors
And going out to bat for you
Dodging and digging my own grave and
Lucky bravery blue And it's a shame I know
That God saw the shadow
And that quest is fallen
Says in two, I think of James
He wasn't always the best man, think of James
But I hear he sang true, think of James
Calling his questions
Vision's broken, years they ain't through His lone voice getting higher
With each hour pa**ing him by
Cursing the malaise of his time,
So unkind Blue James looking down
At his hands, he makes a fist with his right
Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight It's the brave that fortune favors
And going out to bat for you
Dodging and digging my own grave and
Lucky bravery blue