Battle Weary Blues Lyrics

we got a fistful of tunes

the saddles and the shoes

the battle weary blues

and every blinding hour falls flat on its face

or maybe right into place

and every sorry deal looks shiny

and new looks good to you



we're in a travelling band

we're driving cross your land

and could you spare us a dime

and could we look around

we'll dress down and hey

we won't make a sound

we'll split as soon as we can

we'll drive fast and we'll blast out of here

and we'll be moving on

and we'll be moving on



we'll split as soon as we can

and could we look around

we'll dress down and hey

we won't make a sound

we'll split as soon as we can

we'll drive fast

and we'll blast out of here

and we'll be moving on



we'll split as soon as we can

and could we look around

we'll dress down and hey

we won't make a sound

we got a fistful of tunes

the saddles and the shoes

the battle weary blues



we got a fistful of tunes

the saddles and the shoes

the battle weary blues

the battle weary blues

the battle weary blues