Alabama 3 - Way Beyond The Blues lyrics
[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
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