Blue Dyed in the Wool Songtext
von Richard Murray

Bitter pills in a party town
Bitter and brown ale to wash ′em down
Come laugh a while, you'll get the hang of me
By far my own worst enemy

But don′t get me wrong if my face, it falls
It's just nature coming through the claws
So hunt the hare, boy, you're gaining ground
Come around, ye dark hound, come around
Come around, ye dark hound, come around

Well, I try and I don′t often lose
Oh, but a mind can be cruel
And the sky cries down on my new shoes
Blue, dyed in the wool

I learned to make my old engine turn
Pull on that choke and let my petrol burn
But, my friend, you send out a wrecking ball
You don′t get nothing at all
I may gun this thing, boot-first, through the wall


Well, I try and I don't often lose
Oh, but a mind can be cruel
And the sky cries down on my new shoes
Blue, dyed in the wool
Blue, dyed in the wool

But take the time
I′m taking mine
Yeah, take your time
I'm killing mine
And shine a light on another weary night
A flame that′s almost out of fuel
And I'll dream away the day, alright
Blue, dyed in the wool

Well, I try and I don′t often lose
Oh, but a mind can be cruel
And the sky cries down on my new shoes
Blue, dyed in the wool
Blue, dyed in the wool, boy
Blue, dyed in the wool