Corralling the Blues Songtext
von Colter Wall

I might get to thinkin′
That I might, could quit drinkin'
But then what else is there to do
And it′s this contemplation
That spurs conversation
With the ceilin' that I've been talkin′ to


If I keep my hands workin′
It holds off the hurtin'
For the work is all but true
But when the days at a close
And I′m all alone
You can guess where my mind wanders to

And it's a feelin′ I have known
Since before I was grown
I'm howlin′, corralling the blues

And it's a feelin' I have known
Since before I was grown
I′m howlin′, corralling the blues
I'm howlin′, corralling the blues