Steve Earle - King of the Blues lyrics
[Steve Earle - King of the Blues lyrics]
The day I was born, the moon crossed the sun
Mama cried, "sweet Jesus what have I done?
Lord have mercy on my unfortunate son"
Before I drew my second breath, Mama knew
She’d just given birth to the
King of the Blues
And on that day somewhere somebody else died
Alone in a dark room and nobody cried
‘Cause there can only be one
And I can’t be denied
Outriders told everybody the news
The King is dead
Long live the King of the Blues
I’m the King of the Blues
Thirteenth of the line
The first of my name and the last of my kind
One foot in the grave
One hand on the handle of time
Descended directly from St john the Conqueroo
I’m the High Priest of Heartache and
The King of the Blues
I’m a lover, a fighter, a prophet, a fool
The keeper of confidences
The lord of misrule
A consummate jack-of-all trades of
The Dickensian school
But they ain’t never made no
Love I couldn’t lose
I’m the last word of lonesome and
The King of the Blues
Mama cried, "sweet Jesus what have I done?
Lord have mercy on my unfortunate son"
Before I drew my second breath, Mama knew
She’d just given birth to the
King of the Blues
And on that day somewhere somebody else died
Alone in a dark room and nobody cried
‘Cause there can only be one
And I can’t be denied
Outriders told everybody the news
The King is dead
Long live the King of the Blues
I’m the King of the Blues
Thirteenth of the line
The first of my name and the last of my kind
One foot in the grave
One hand on the handle of time
Descended directly from St john the Conqueroo
I’m the High Priest of Heartache and
The King of the Blues
I’m a lover, a fighter, a prophet, a fool
The keeper of confidences
The lord of misrule
A consummate jack-of-all trades of
The Dickensian school
But they ain’t never made no
Love I couldn’t lose
I’m the last word of lonesome and
The King of the Blues