The Blacker Side Of Blue Lyrics
THE BLACKER SIDE OF BLUE

THERE’S A NEON LIGHT LIGHTING UP A CLOUD OF CIGAR SMOKE

THAT HANGS O’ER THE BROKEN BACKS ON BARSTOOLS

IT MAY AS WELL HAVE BEEN THE SAME OLD WOMAN DONE EM ALL WRONG

THAT JUKEBOX ONLY PLAYS ONE LONESOME SONG

 

IT’S A DEAD END DESTINATION FOR THE DESPERATE AND DESTITUTE

CRUMBLING ON THE CORNER OF LILAC AND 22

THE SIGN OUT FRONT READ THE SAPHIRE LOUNGE

‘FORE SOME WINO RAN IT DOWN

NOW THERE AIN’T NO NAME FOR THE BLACKER SIDE OF BLUE

 

THE AIR HANGS STILL AND HEAVY WITH MOTHBALLS AND REGRET

30 YEARS OF BROKEN BEERS AND CIGARETTES

SCRATCH CARDS FALL FROM FINGERS CAKED WITH SILVER DUST

FLOATING LIKE THE GHOST OF FORTUNES LOST

 

IT’S A DEAD END DESTINATION FOR THE DESPERATE AND DESTITUTE

CRUMBLING ON THE CORNER OF LILAC AND 22

THE SIGN OUT FRONT READ THE SAPHIRE LOUNGE

‘FORE SOME WINO RAN IT DOWN

NOW THERE AIN’T NO NAME FOR THE BLACKER SIDE OF BLUE

 

WITH THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF WHISKEY AND THE WRONG AMOUNT OF HOPE

YOU CAN FIND A HOME HERE IN THE SHADOWS

SOME SOULS STAY FOREVER, EVEN WHEN THE FLESH IS GONE

CUZ THERE AIN’T NO CHARIOT SWINGIN THIS LOW

CLEAN

THE TV’S BRIGHT AND I’M TOO HIGH TO FOCUS

SO I TURN IT OFF AND DOWN ANOTHER DRINK

ALL SHOTS AND ROCKS SINCE YOUR LOVE LEFT ME HOPELESS

THERE’S A POISON IN MY BLOOD, STILL STUBBORN IN MY VEINS

 

I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR A REASON, LOOKING FOR A WAY

TO DIG OUTTA THE MESS OF THE BED WE MADE

 

I CAN CUT YOU OFF, DROWN YOU OUT

TRY TO LIVE YOUR HALF LIFE DOWN

COUNT MY STEPS AND MAKE MY PEACE

KILL MYSELF TRYING TO GET CLEAN

 

YOU TOOK THE DRESSER, DUMPED OUT MY DRAWERS

I’M LEARNING HARD JUST HOW EASY GOES

NOW I’M WAKING UP AGAIN HERE ON THE FLOORBOARDS

ONE TO MANY MORNINGS, A NEEDLE ON THE STEREO

 

I’LL TURN IT UP, DROWN YOU OUT

TRY TO LIVE YOUR HALF LIFE DOWN

CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE IT BLEEDS

WITHOUT YOU WHAT’S LEFT OF ME

SHAKY HANDS AND BLURRY LINES

EVERY SHOT A SUICIDE

COUNT MY STEPS AND MAKE MY PEACE

KILL MYSELF TRYING TO GET CLEAN

 

I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR A REASON, LOOKING FOR A WAY

TO DIG OUTTA THE MESS OF THE BED WE MADE

 

I CAN CUT YOU OFF, DROWN YOU OUT

TRY TO LIVE YOUR HALF LIFE DOWN

 

CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE IT BLEEDS

WITHOUT YOU WHAT’S LEFT OF ME

SHAKY HANDS AND BLURRY LINES

EVERY SHOT A SUICIDE

COUNT MY STEPS AND MAKE MY PEACE

KILL MYSELF TRYING TO GET CLEAN

CAMPBELL COUNTY

TWO BEDS OF PINE LAY SIDE BY SIDE IN CAMPBELL COUNTY CHURCH

MY BROTHER AND HIS KILLER, I’M NOT SURE WHICH ONE DIED FIRST

WAS A SATURDAY I FOUND THEM, A BULLET IN BOTH THEIR HEADS

AND THAT FENCE THAT THEY WERE FIGHTING O’ER WAS PAINTED CRIMSON RED

 

THAT CRIMSON RED RAN DOWN THE HILL, THRU THE CENTER OF THE TOWN

STRAIGHT ON THRU THE CHURCH DOORS WHERE BOTH FAMILIES GATHERED ROUND

WE DIDN’T WANT THEIR FUNERALS ON THE SAME DAMN DAY

BUT THE PREACHER COMES BUT ONCE A MONTH FOR WEDDINGS AND FOR GRAVES

 

THE PREACHER SAID “EYE FOR AN EYE, THEY GOT WHAT THEY DESERVED”

BUT I BELIEVE MY BROTHER’S LIFE IS WORTH MUCH MORE THAN ONE OF THEIRS

I COULD SEE THE KILLER’S EYES IN EVERY MAN WHO SHARED HIS NAME

I HOPE THEY BURN IN HELL, I’M ALREADY ON MY WAY

 

CUZ I PICKED UP MY 45 AND FIRED ACROSS THE AISLE

THE ONLY ONES LEFT STANDING WERE THE WOMEN AND A CHILD

SOME MEN KILL FOR LOVE, AND SOME JUST FOR THE FAME

BUT I KILLED FOR MY BROTHER, SAME BLOOD RUNS IN MY VEINS

 

SIX BEDS OF PINE LAY SIDE BY SIDE IN CAMPBELL COUNTY CHURCH

I WATCH THEM CARRIED OUT ONE BY ONE AND LOWERED IN THE DIRT

SITTING ON THIS HILLTOP AGAINST THAT FENCE OF CRIMSON RED

I CAN HEAR EM COMING FOR ME, I PUT MY PISTOL TO MY HEAD

THICK AND THIN

THERE’S A THOUSAND MILES BETWEEN MY ROOTS AND WHERE I STAND

AND I’M SPREAD ACROSS THE DISTANCE LIKE BUTTER ON TOO MUCH BREAD

MY HEAD’S IN COLORADO, MY HEART’S IN BATON ROUGE

I’VE BEEN WEARING OUT YOUR MEMORY AND THE SOLES OF THESE OLD BOOTS

 

THROUGH THICK AND THIN, I CARRY YOU INSIDE

SKIN ON SKIN, ALWAYS ON MY MIND

EVERYWHERE I GO AND EVERYWHERE I’VE BEEN

YOU RUN IN MY VEINS THROUGH THICK AND THIN

 

MY FEET ARE GROWING CALLOUSED, MY BLOOD FEELS WATERED DOWN

MY SPIRIT’S CLOSE AND HEAVY LIKE THE AIR BACK IN THE SOUTH

AND THOUGH MY FAITH IS TATTERED, IT’S STILL HANGING BY A THREAD

LIKE I STILL HANG ON EVERY SINGLE WORD YOU EVER SAID

 

THROUGH THICK AND THIN, I CARRY YOU INSIDE

SKIN ON SKIN, ALWAYS ON MY MIND

EVERYWHERE I GO AND EVERYWHERE I’VE BEEN

YOU RUN IN MY VEINS THROUGH THICK AND THIN

 

EVERY NIGHT I WISH ON EVERY STAR THAT I MIGHT SEE YOU AGAIN

BUT UNTIL THEN I’LL JUST KEEP WANDERING

 

THROUGH THICK AND THIN, I CARRY YOU INSIDE

SKIN ON SKIN, ALWAYS ON MY MIND

EVERYWHERE I GO AND EVERYWHERE I’VE BEEN

YOU RUN IN MY VEINS THROUGH THICK AND THIN

HEARTACHE AND HEROIN

THERE GOES JUNKY JILL, MAN SHE GOT A PROBLEM

SHE THINKS HER RED HIGH HEELS ARE GONNA KEEP HER OF THE BOTTOM

SHE SLIDES INTO A CADILLAC, GOES ‘ROUND THE WORLD AND COMES RIGHT BACK

 

THERE GOES PREACHER PAUL, A BIBLE IN HIS HAND

HE SAYS LISTEN Y’ALL, THERE IS A PROMISED LAND

THE DEVIL WON’T LOVE YOU BUT THE GOOD LORD WILL

ALL IT TAKES IS A DOLLAR BILL

 

WE ALL COME OUT AT NIGHT

 

AND THE SUN GOES DOWN IN THE WINDOW OF THE CAR I’M LIVING IN

I WISH LIKE HELL I COULD JUST GO BACK TO HER ARMS AGAIN

AND IT’S SAD BUT IT’S TRUE, SOMETIMES THE BLUES JUST GET UNDER YOUR SKIN

LIKE HEARTACHE AND HEROIN

 

THAT’S JUKEBOX JONES, MAN HE CAN PLAY THAT GUITAR

YOU CAN HEAR HIS SONGS IN EVERY JUKEBOX IN THESE BROADWAY BARS

BUT THE NEEDLE AND A WOMAN TOOK HIS HEART AND HIS SOUL

ONE HOLDS ON, AND ONE LET GO

 

WE ALL COME OUT AT NIGHT

 

AND THE SUN GOES DOWN IN THE WINDOW OF THE CAR I’M LIVING IN

I WISH LIKE HELL I COULD JUST GO BACK TO HER ARMS AGAIN

AND IT’S SAD BUT IT’S TRUE, SOMETIMES THE BLUES JUST GET UNDER YOUR SKIN

LIKE HEARTACHE AND HEROIN

GETTING OVER YOU

THIS COFFEE CUP’S FULL, BUT IT’S CAKED WITH A GREY MUDDY MIX

BACKWASHED GIN AND WHAT’S LEFT OF A FRESH PACK OF CIGARETTES

THE ONLY THING LEFT SINCE YOU WENT AWAY

I’LL JUST DRINK FROM THE BOTTLE, IT’S SIMPLE THAT WAY

 

CUZ TONIGHT I’M GETTING OVER GETTING OVER YOU

AND IT MIGHT JUST BE THE LAST LAST THING I DO

I DON’T CARE IF IT’S SIX FEET OF DIRT OR THIS TABLE I’M UNDER

TONIGHT I’M GETTING OVER GETTING OVER YOU

 

IT’S DARK IN THIS ROOM BUT I SEE THROUGH THE LEGS OF A CHAIR

FLASHES OF YOU IN THE ROSE COLORED FOLDS OF HER HAIR

HER LIPS AIN’T QUITE THE FINE WINE I USED TO TASTE ON YOU

BUT NOW I GET DRUNK ON THE CHEAP STUFF TOO

 

CUZ TONIGHT I’M GETTING OVER GETTING OVER YOU

AND IT MIGHT JUST BE THE LAST LAST THING I DO

I DON’T CARE IF IT’S SIX FEET OF DIRT OR THIS TABLE I’M UNDER

TONIGHT I’M GETTING OVER GETTING OVER YOU

TONIGHT I’M GETTING OVER GETTING OVER YOU

AND IT MIGHT JUST BE THE LAST LAST THING I DO

I DON’T CARE IF IT’S SIX FEET OF DIRT OR THIS TABLE, THIS STRANGER, I’M UNDER

TONIGHT I’M GETTING OVER GETTING OVER YOU

RIDE ON

MY ARM’S HANGING OUT THE WINDOW, HOLDING TIGHT MY 63RD LAST CIGARETTE

I CAN SEE UP AHEAD THE ASPHALT’S FRESH, THERE’S CONES WHERE IT’S STILL WET

THIS FOUR LANE’S FULL OF PATCHES FROM TIME AND WEATHER WEARING HER TO HOLES

SHE’S A LOT LIKE ME, JUST A LITTLE OLDER, MORE MAINTAINED, AND SHE HARDLY EVER SMOKES

 

STRANGE ENOUGH I’M COMING HOME, THE BLACKTOP KNOWS ME LIKE NOBODY KNOWS ME

WE’VE SHARED WHITE LINES AND LONESOME NIGHTS, MUMBLED CROSS A MILLION MILES

WE UNDERSTAND WHEN WE DON’T WANNA TALK

WE JUST RIDE ON

 

SHE ALWAYS FELT UNDERFOOT, I SWORE ONE DAY SHE’D GIVE OUT ‘NEATH MY FEET

BUT SHE SAID IT’S FINE TO RUN AROUND ON ME, THAT’S THE NATURE OF THE BEAST

THERE’S A KIND OF BLIND ACCEPTANCE FOR THOSE WHO KNOW THE SAME OLD BROKEN ROAD

WITH NO HARSH WORDS, JUST A GENTLE GROAN IF I START TO STRAY FROM THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW

 

STRANGE ENOUGH I’M COMING HOME, THE BLACKTOP KNOWS ME LIKE NOBODY KNOWS ME

WE’VE SHARED WHITE LINES AND LONESOME NIGHTS, MUMBLED CROSS A MILLION MILES

WE UNDERSTAND WHEN WE DON’T WANNA TALK

WE JUST RIDE ON

 

SHE’LL GIVE SOMEONE ELSE A SHOULDER TO CRY ON AFTER I AM GONE

BUT SHE MIGHT STILL REMEMBER ME WITH A WOODEN CROSS IF I DIE IN HER ARMS

AND I CAN’T HELP BUT HOPE SO, IT’S WHERE I BELONG

 

STRANGE ENOUGH I’M COMING HOME, THE BLACKTOP KNOWS ME LIKE NOBODY KNOWS ME

WE’VE SHARED WHITE LINES AND LONESOME NIGHTS, MUMBLED CROSS A MILLION MILES

WE UNDERSTAND WHEN WE DON’T WANNA TALK

WE UNDERSTAND THAT WE DON’T HAVE TO TALK

WE JUST RIDE ON

THE RIVER

THROUGH THE 8TH FLOOR WINDOW, PAST THE MORPHINE DRIP

THE SUN SHINES ON THE STEPS TO THE RIVERBED

EVERY DAY AT NOON ME AND MY CIGARETTE

STARE DOWN ST. MERCY’S PATH TO THE WATER’S EDGE

ONE OF THESE DAYS WE’LL TAKE IT ALL THE WAY

 

IT MIGHT BE A MORTAL SIN, BUT I WON’T COME BACK CUZ I CAN’T SWIM

NOTHING IN THAT DEEPER BLUE COULD WASH AWAY MY LOVE FOR YOU

BUT I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME TO KILL

IF YOU DON’T TAKE ME THE RIVER WILL

 

I’VE NEVER SEEN YOUR HOLY FACE REVEALED TO ME

I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE NEW ORLEANS

IS THERE ANOTHER HIGHWAY TO THE STREETS OF GOLD

COULD I RIDE THE MISSISSIPPI HOME

 

IT’S CALLING ME INTO THE DEEP

 

IT MIGHT BE A MORTAL SIN, BUT I WON’T COME BACK CUZ I CAN’T SWIM

NOTHING IN THAT DEEPER BLUE COULD WASH AWAY MY LOVE FOR YOU

BUT I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME TO KILL

IF YOU DON’T TAKE ME THE RIVER WILL

 

THEY SAY YOUR LOVE’S A CURRENT, HOW DEEP AND WIDE IT FLOWS

I STILL HOPE TO FEEL IT HEAL THESE BONES

I’M NOT FINISHED HOLDING OUT FOR YOUR SAVING GRACE

BUT I’M TEMPTED BY THE RIVER EVERY DAY

 

IT MIGHT BE A MORTAL SIN, BUT I WON’T COME BACK CUZ I CAN’T SWIM

NOTHING IN THAT DEEPER BLUE COULD WASH AWAY MY LOVE FOR YOU

BUT I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME TO KILL

IF YOU DON’T TAKE ME THE RIVER WILL

THESE MILES

FORTY MILES ON AN AUGUST DAY, ARIZONA HIGHWAY

FEELS LIKE FORTY YEARS IN THE DESERT

EIGHTEEN MONTHS OF TIME I SERVED CAN’T TAKE AWAY

THE PAIN, THE SHAME I CAUSED HER

 

I DON’T KNOW WHY I THOUGHT SHE’D BE THERE

WAITING TO PICK ME UP OUTSIDE THE FENCE

WHEN SHE NEVER PICKED UP THE PEN

OR THE TELEPHONE WHEN I CALLED COLLECT

DID MY TIME BUT I’M STILL GUILTY IN HER EYES

MAYBE SHE’LL FORGIVE ME IF I WALK THESE MILES

 

THIRTY BUCKS AND A LITTLE CHANGE IN AN ENVELOPE STAMPED BY THE STATE

I’M BRINGING HOME FAR LESS THAN SHE DESERVES

IT AIN’T MUCH BUT IT’S WHAT THEY PAID, AND FOR ONCE I CAN SAY

IT’S AN HONEST WAGE, FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH

 

I DON’T KNOW WHY I THINK SHE’LL BE THERE

WAITING AT THE HOUSE TO LET ME IN

I MAY NOT HEAR MY NAME ON HER SWEET LIPS

OR EVER HOLD HER CLOSE AGAIN

DID MY TIME, BUT IM STILL GUILTY IN HER EYES

MAYBE SHE’LL FORGIVE ME IF I WALK THESE MILES

 

AND IF I MAKE IT DOWN THIS OLD ROAD AND SHE’S MOVED ON

SHE AIN’T MY HOME ANYMORE, I’LL JUST KEEP ON WALKING

DAY TO DAY, NIGHT TO NIGHT, STRAIGHT ON THROUGH THIS BROKEN LIFE

‘TIL I MEET HER ON THE OTHER SIDE

 

I DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT I THINK SHE’LL BE THERE

WAITING AT THOSE GATES TO LET ME IN

CUZ I’VE HEARD THERE’ES NO MORE TEARS

AND PERFECT LOVE CASTS OUT FEAR

DID MY TIME, BUT IM STILL GUILTY IN HER EYES

MAYBE SHE’LL FORGIVE ME

OH I KNOW SHE’LL FORGIVE ME

IF I WALK THESE MILES

LAY YOUR MEMORY TO REST

I’M STARING OUT THE WINDOW LIKE YOU’RE COMING BACK

I THOUGHT YOUR SWEET LOVE WOULD ALWAYS LAST

BUT NOW YOU’RE GONE AND I’M LEFT WITH A FATE MUCH WORSE THAN DEATH

I JUST CAN’T LAY YOUR MEMORY TO REST

 

I CAN BURN MYSELF OUT LIKE THESE CIGARETTES

DROWN MY HEART IN THIS WHISKEY GLASS

FADE AWAY LIKE THOSE NAMES ON THE TV ROLLING PAST

I JUST CAN’T LAY YOUR MEMORY TO REST

 

CUZ I’M HAUNTED BY YOUR BLUE DRESS STILL HANGING ON THE DOOR

AND I’M HAUNTED BY YOUR PICTURE, I THREW IT ON THE FLOOR

I’M GIVING UP, I’VE HAD ENOUGH, WHY CANT YOU LEAVE ME ALONE

I SEE YOUR FACE IN EVERYTHING, I FEEL YOU IN MY BONES

 

TOMORROW I’LL WASH THAT CUP YOU LEFT

THE ONE YOU STAINED WITH YOUR RUBY KISS

IT’S BEEN LAYING IN THE SINK THREE WEEKS NOW, MORE OR LESS

I JUST CAN’T LAY YOUR MEMORY TO REST