Brown Eyes Blues

歌詞

Walkin' down the track Guitar on my back Wonderin' where the road's gonna take me next Devil had a plan Fiddle in his hand Told me I would sing for his rock and roll band Well I was born with marks Little tiny scars Shaped just like the hole on my guitar Well I was born to sing the blues Man that body stunk Threw it in the trunk Buried myself in that desert sun Well I would die with marks Many tiny scars Teach me not to mess with the Devil's guitar Well I would die to sing the blues I was born to sing the blues There's a ghost inside of me that I can't shake loose I was born to sing the blues I was born with marks Little tiny scars Shaped just like the hole on my guitar There's a ghost inside of me that I can't shake loose Robert Johnson's back and he walks in my shoes I was born to sing the blues