Blackened and Blue Songtext
von Joshua Quimby

Well gather ′round folks, for the tale of a man
He's a-pickin′ his six string 'till there's blood on his hands
And he′s a puffin′ on reefer, it's all there′s to do
He'll a smoke ′till his lungs are turned blackened and blue
Well, he'll smoke ′till his lungs are turned blackened and blue


Now, the man's got the world sat on his troubled mind
And he knows that it's only a matter of time
′Fore he′s faced with a choice on what he is to do
And he'll a smoke ′till his lungs are turned blackened and blue
Well, he'll smoke ′till his lungs are turned blackened and blue

Now it's time for our story to come to a close
The man stays a-pickin′, for it's what he does most
'Fore aside from the pickin′ there′s nothing to do
Except smoke till his lungs are turned blackened and blue
Well, he'll smoke till his lungs are turned blackened and blue