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Kristy finally sold a painting So we decided to drive to the Outsider Blues fest in Toronto We packed a couple of bags and left bright and early Once we got outta town I put on some Mississippi Fred McDowell Kristy said "Don't you think we'll be hearing enough blues this weekend?" So I played Sticky Fingers and I sang along to each word of each song Kristy drove with two fingers on the steering wheel, drummin' I skipped "you gotta move", Kristy asked why, I said "I thought you said no blues!" The pills we had taken were kickin' in I've never seen my own heart We never see our own hearts, that's the truly weird part! Can't asses any damage or survey the scars But I see through the trees Some place I've never known and I won't live to see There's simply too many other places I gotta get to But one day I'll quit thinking so much, I'll quit moving around and plant a flag in this ground That's a difference, you know, you can really feel I guess you can't own it, Like sometimes you get lucky with a straight flush with no wilds Then you gotta say, "Alright fellas, come on now, let's all put away the guns" But after darkness there's light After darkness there's light Outsider blues And a parking lot shot through the pain pills and booze Kristy kept bumping me with her hip and smiling I might have felt like I was saved then But I know what I feel's just one version of real If there's one thing that cannot be taught, it's belief Outsider blues with little to lose Outsider blues with little to lose Outsider blues with little to lose |