Jeff Beck – Bottle Of Blues Lyrics

"I just found me a bottle of blues.
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe..
Ain't it hard
Ain't it hard
To want somebody who doesn't want you?

And I've been waiting for a year, and a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way..
Cause I got no mind to go or stay or be left behind

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickle in a grave yard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothin to shoot
and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

Egos drone and pose alone
Like black balloons
all banged and blown
On a backwoods river
The infidels shiver in the stench of belief

I tell my momma I'm a hundred years late
I'm over the rail
and out of the race
and the crippled psalms
of an age that won't thaw, ringing in my ears

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickle in a grave yard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothin to shoot
and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

I just found me a bottle of blues.
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe..
Ain't it hard
Ain't it hard
To want somebody who doesn't want you?

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickle in a grave yard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothin to show
and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Bottle of blues....."