Из альбома: Maxon Blewitt
Hey my baby, are you tired of me singing all that blues
Guess I was born into that groove
Catch some thoughts slipping through my mind
Good and bad ones, sick and sane ones
All cut out for singing the blues
I love it, a fingerwaltz
From my hand up to my neck into my mouth
Hey woman, I am tired of you saving all that juice
It's gonna make you choke into your blues
Got some thoughts that cross your mind
Disclose, disgrace, right in my face
All cut out for singing the blues
I love it, a fingerwaltz
From my hand up to my neck into my ass