Johnny Boy's Bones (feat. The Dead South) - Colter Wall

Hey, get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones Put taps on your toes, and get goin Get rhythm! When you get the blues! A little shoe-shine boy he never gets low-down But he's got the dirtiest job in town! Bending low at the peoples' feet On a windy corner of a dirty street Well, I asked him while she shined my shoes How'd he keep from getting the blues He grinned as he raised his little head He popped a shoe-shine rag, and he said Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! A jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine It'll shake all your troubles from your worried mind Get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones Put taps on your toes, and get goin Get rhythm! When you get the blues! Well, I had to listen to the shoe-shine boy And I thought I was gonna jump for joy! Slapped on the shoe polish left and right He took a shoe-shine rag and he held it tight He stopped once to wipe the sweat away I said, you're a mighty little boy to be a-workin' that way! He said I like it, with a big wide grin Kept on a-poppin' and he said again Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe It does a million dollars worth of good for you Get rhythm! When you get the blues!

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die. I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota). And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl. Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport, And I followed you, Big River, when you called. Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river). A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone. I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the bluff. She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone. Now, won't you bat it down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on. Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans. Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf. She loves you, Big River, more than me. Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.

Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down I think you only live to see the lights of town I wasted my time when I would try, try, try 'Cause when the lights have lost their glow you'll cry, cry, cry Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone You wake up some cold day and find you're alone You'll call for me but I'm gonna tell you bye, bye, bye When I turn around and walk away you'll cry, cry, cry You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own You're gonna cry, cry, cry I lie awake at night to wait till you come in You stay a little while and then you're gone again Every question that I ask I get a lie, lie, lie For every lie you tell you're gonna cry, cry, cry When your fickle love gets old, no one will care for you Then you'll come back for me for a little love that's true I'll tell you no and you're gonna ask me why, why, why When I remind you of all of this you'll cry, cry, cry You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me then It'll hurt when you think of all the fool you've been You're gonna cry, cry, cry

You're used to fighting at the speed of sound But now each time you try you hit the ground Held by the legacy behind you When wiki says you're still around 15 But time goes by, green hill is not that green You're not a tape and no one can rewind you (no) Is that you? A hero with no rings in his hand Why so blue? You saved the world, but can't save on rent, yeah, yeah You run so fast to escape from the pain But heavy thoughts keep on scrapping your brain You're crushing in your thirties Crushing in your thirties, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You lose control on the slightest turn No time to live, no time to learn You're crushing in your thirties Crushing in your thirties, yeah Gotta take it slow Now you don't get to see your friends at all One babysits and won't return your call Another works so hard he starts to stammer Dust off your old Dreamcast, go catch some frogs And let your stomach rust from chilli dogs Until your wife gets home and draws her hammer Is that you? Still gaining speed for more bonus points It's no use The doctor said it's bad for your joints, yeah, yeah You run so fast to escape from the pain But heavy thoughts keep on scrapping your brain You're crushing in your thirties Crushing in your thirties, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Your cardiologist is praying and hoping You're lying there with your heart wide open Crushing in your thirties Crushing in your thirties, yeah Gotta take it slow You grind another rail But they're still on your tail You rush into your dirty crushing thirties They chase you like a truck You're running out of luck You rush into your dirty crushing thirties A city from which there's no escape You regret Past failures they rub in your face You forget Life's not an endless challenging race Still that's you Some changes you just have to embrace Staying true And moving on at your own pace Your MRI came in, but you're afraid of Finding out exactly what you're made of Crushing in your thirties! You run so fast to escape from the pain But heavy thoughts keep on scrapping your brain, you're Crushing in your thirties Crushing in your thirties, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You lose control on the slightest turn No time to live and no time to learn You're crushing in your thirties Crushing in your thirties, yeah Gotta take it slow Whoa, gotta take it slow Crushing in your thirties Crushing in your thirties Gotta take it slow Crushing in your thirties Crushing in your thirties Whoa, crush it

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you Because you're mine, I walk the line As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line You've got a way to keep me on your side You give me cause for love that I can't hide For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide Because you're mine, I walk the line I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour