Outsider Blues Songtext

von Wooden Wand

Kristy finally sold a painting
So we decided to drive to the outsider blues fest in Toronto
We packed a coupla 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 "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 to get to
But one day I'll quit thinking so much, I'll quit moving around and plan 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
The you gotta say - "Alright fellas, come on now, lets all put away the guns"

But after the darkness there's a light
After the 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 feels' just one version of real
If there's one thing that can not be taught
It's belief

Outsider blues with little to lose
Outsider blues with little to lose