Lyrics by Mark Cameron (all rights reserved)

Borrowed time

 

You got yourself a new man

They’re the very best kind

You drive on into a dark night

You don’t know what you’ll find

You left him there, under the street light

Hoping he’d find a new life, a new life

Every time a lover follows you home

You just can’t get him out of your life (repeat)

 

What’s the harm? When two friends get together

And share a glass of wine

Pretty soon they’re making glances at each other.

That’s when you know you’re on borrowed time.

Hammered by the Blues

I packed my bags this morning, looks like I’ll be on my way

I packed my bags this morning, trying to find some work today

I heard they got work in texas, swingin a hammer for good pay

 

I met this girl down south, she was singin in a juke joint dive

I met this girl down south, she was singin in a juke joint dive

Her man found out, and dropped the hammer

We was lucky to get outta there alive

Inst (Harp)

She was gonna split to Memphis

I knew she would’nt get far

My heart starts to hammer

I said here, take my car

Can I stay with you honey, I just can’t be all alone

If no is the answer, that’s alright but I’ll be needing a ride home.

I been hammered by the blues,they’re pounding on me day and night.

I been hammered by the blues,they’re pounding on me day and night.

They’re trying to break me down, so I wont fight.

Bluesman’s Lullaby

 

Listen

You can choose, you have a voice

when you’re the one that plays

You don’t have a choice

You’ll play anywhere anytime

Every chance you have

Hours, days, years

don’t know where it began

When the joint is closed for the evening, and they turn down all the lights

I hear the echoes of all the nights before, as the crowd fades out of sight

 

Bluesman’s Lullaby

 

Listen, remember

all the greats from the past

You live for the good times

You want them to last

Doesn’t matter who you are, or what you’ve done

we’re all the same

On the road to another town

You drive all night and sleep all day

You give it everything, everything you have, isn’t that what the blues is all about

You might slow down, but Bluesmen don’t retire, so there’s only one way out.

 

Bluesmans Lullaby