C # Blues (K. Sawrey \ The Earth Sign) There were times I used to call you my very own in my mind, in my home Well, there were times, you know, I used to call you mine. Now it`s time to go home, And I don`t think that I`ll come home to you anymore.
Well, in this life There are three things to be afraid of Yeah, in this life there are three things to be afraid. But I won`t tell you now – the time is getting late.
A bullet in your head, a knife to your throat And poison in your tea. A bullet in your head, a knife to your throat And poison in your tea. I`m gonna send them home to you Just the way you sent them to me.
Hey, troubles, troubles. Oh troubles, please stop troubling` me. Yeah, troubles, troubles Oh troubles, please stop troubling` me. You know I`ve got blues so bad That they just won`t let me be.