-COLOUR 
                IN THE BLUES-
                
                Lately I’ve Been So Uptight
                Passin’ Road Blocks ‘n’ Detour Signs
                Well, It Must Mean Somethin’…I Can’t Be Half 
                This Blind
                Some Simple Clue Down An Open Road…
                The Work Of Fools I Do Suppose
                I Sure Did See Some Strange Folks Crack A Smile
                ‘n’ I Can Always Smell Trouble When It’s Risin’
                It Helps Me With The Path That I Choose
                There Are Times When You Wanna Keep Your Distance
                There Are Times When You’re Looking For Abuse
                A Road Less Travelled Makes Your Juices Flow
                But Your Blood Thickens when You’re All Alone
                Just Trying To Put Some Colour In These Blues
                
                A Man This Broke Can’t Be All That Bad
                Depending On The Good Times He Had
                Remember that For The Headstone On Your grave
                There’s A Lot To Gain From A Month Old Child
                ‘n’ It Sure Feels Good When The Sun Does Shine
                But In This Mad Old World You Could Always Use Some Rain
                ‘n’ I Can Always Tell A Lie Before It Hits Me
                I Can Tell From The Lines That They Use
                From The Kindness Thrown At A Stranger
                You’ll Wind Up With Your Head In A Noose
                ‘n’ I Might Come Clean Now Any Day
                Collecting Thoughts Along The Way
                Just Trying To Put Some Colour In These Blues
              ThereAre 
                Times When I Felt Way Behind
                So Eager To Outsmart My Mind
                Every Single Day Of The Week
                But When You’re Raisin’ Cain In Such A Deadly Spin
                The Clouds All Gather From Within
                ‘n’ You Run Out Of Ways To Get Some Decent Sleep
                But I Could Always Ditch A Dame Before I Saw Her
              Wipin’ 
                All The Dust From My Shoes
                They’re All Lookin’ For Their Little Piece Of Heaven
                You Can Tell From The Rent That Is Due
                ‘n’ Your Past Might Get You From Behind
                When You’re Destined To Keep On
                Trying To Put Some Colour In These Blues
              ‘n’ 
                If The bible’s Right, then I’ve Been Wrong
                Just As I Suspected All Along
                The Truth Sooths The Ever Doubrful Kind
                But The Good Lord Might Find A Friend In me
                Both Hidin’ From The Righteous On Their Huntin’ Spree
                ‘n’ Dyin’ For Some Peace… For Quite Some 
                Time
                ‘n’ I can Always Spot A Home Real Easy
                I Can Tell From The Buzzards On Its Roof
                From The Light That Shines Through Its Window
                Like A House That’s Got Something To Proof
                Well, It’ll Soon Get Dark For A Man My Age
                This Kid Told Me Just yesterday
                I’m Gonna Try ‘n’ Put Some Colour In These Blues