I've bled too much on the Gibson
I've roamed around the Tobacco Road
There's only cars that resound
And when I go, I always travel in fraud
Cotton fields in my memory
three tones of blues, it's a bit of black love
When I am too short, when I am too late
It's a resort for another story
When the music is good
When the music gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it doesn't cheat
When it guides my steps
I've no more love, I don't have the time
I've no more humor, don't know anymore where the wind comes from
I have only a nail, a spark
Things of lead that break my wings
A little of swing, a little of the King
Lot of feeling and decibels
It's not factory, it's not mine
But it's enough to escape
When the music is good
When the music gives
When the music rings, rings, rings
When it doesn't cheat
When it guides my steps