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Here's an old-timey styled blues song
I was young, thinking that I knew the very best way
Stepping into trouble – wasting each and every day
Every road a hard one – got no helping hand
Shakin’ and a-moving – doing whatever I can
If you ever wondered how a good man goes bad
She was a dancer – put my poor soul on fire
She was a wicked thing – a cheat and a liar
She wanted the world – told me ‘lie back down’
I gave her everything – surely lost more than I’ve found
If you ever wondered – how a good man goes bad
I lost all reason – fell nose down in cocaine
Burned both candle ends – had me go near insane
If stupid was a virtue – I’d surely win heaven's prize
But you can’t dance to a tune – when the music is a lie
If you ever wondered – how a good man goes bad
I would lie for money – do anything for fame
Pushed by an evil wind – caught out in the rain
Storms raged against me – and I had no where to go
Beatin’ bruised and battered – brought down low
If you ever wondered how a good man goes bad
Then I ran into a Preacher – taught me how to pray
Said I was a sinner – in Hell's fire I would pay
Can’t say I believe him – the Lord don’t work that way
Even a damn fool like me – gets his sins washed away
I think I know now - how a good man goes bad
I think I know now - how a good man goes bad
ken lehnig(c)2008 desert windsong publishing
------ Why is doing what you love the hardest thing to do? Is it because failing what you thought defined you would be too devastating a thing from which to recover? If so, we stay where mere accident has left us.
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