Kentucky Blues Lyrics

Remember now boy

We made a deal

Both our kids gotta eat but don't be

Scrapin my meals

You grab I'll stash it

Where they won't find

And until it ain't hot

Keep those lips sealed in time

I warned you

This is Kentucky blues

Hard times, hard ways,

You know what I mean

These days I let

The .38 talk for me

Little birdie

Them pigs in blue

Were at your house

Where you runnin to?

You reek just like

Dead dogs in the sun

Your tears are numbing

Did this to yourself son

I warned you

This is Kentucky blues

Hard times, hard ways,

You know what I mean

These days I let

The .38 talk for me

Dropped him out at White City pits

That swamp swallows up all our sins

All friends are foes when you're raised below

Six feet for six pounds

Of Copper