BLUES ON MY TRAIL

Never trust a blonde with Italian blood.

She'll call you sweet Valentine and then she'll break your heart.

I've been mistreated. I've been played for a fool,

But I played the part she needed, Lord, I know it's true.

I spend my nights in diners where the lights are low.

I slip some gin into my water and I sip it slow.

Johnny Cash is on the jukebox when the clock strikes three.

I put my hands into my pockets and I step into the street.

I've got the blues on my trail,

And the moon's grown cold and pale.

I'll be driving all night tonight

Until I'm finally safe inside,

Home by the Silver Creek in the morning light.

Lord have mercy on my baby. Have mercy on my heart.

Lord have mercy, it's tearing us apart.

I've been mistreated. I've been a mean mistreater, but I've learned.

I'm gonna build a brand new home from the bridges that I burned.

I pull my harmonica from the pocket at my hips.

What I suck into my soul I breathe out through my lips.