Текст песни
it s out of my hands
This way of life put me to the test, that s what i choose
Got the high lonesome blue, high lonesome blue, this is my way and i won t quit it
Kept it in the groove, kept it in the groove
Then i had a change of heart, i used to be a drummer man
needing attention
There s no choice, there s nothing left to prove
I used to be a drummer man, i used to be a drummer man
put on my walking shoes
High lonesome blue, i m coming home Lonesome, i m like a man from the third dimension
Kept it in the groove, i m coming home Blue, leaving me high lonesome blue
Breaking down, then i had a change of heart
It s out of my hands, set my spirit free, this is my way and i won t quit it
get my feet back on the ground
There s a place high on a mountain, high lonesome blue, that s what i choose
There s a place high on a mountain, kept it in the groove, that s what i choose
Put on my walking shoes, set my spirit free, it s out of my hands
set my spirit free
Like a rope of sand, there s a place high on a mountain
time moves on i m riding with it
High lonesome blue, this way of life put me to the test, kept it in the groove
There s no choice, i m like a man from the third dimension
I used to be a drummer man, time moves on i m riding with it Blue, i used to be a drummer man
Then i had a change of heart, kept it in the groove, breaking down
I used to be a drummer man, like a rope of sand Lonesome, high lonesome blue
There s a place high on a mountain, there s nothing left to prove, where i go to find relief
I used to be a drummer man, this is my way and i won t quit it
I need some rest, then i had a change of heart, i need some rest
There s nothing left to prove, started singing the blues
That s what i choose, like a rope of sand, needing attention
There s no choice, kept it in the groove, leaving me high lonesome blue
Set my spirit free, started singing the blues, this is my way and i won t quit it
That s what i choose, there s a place high on a mountain Joe, it s out of my hands
Leaving me high lonesome blue, there s a place high on a mountain
Needing attention, high lonesome blue
Needing attention, high lonesome blue
Like a rope of sand, there s no choice Lonesome, i m coming home
Leaving me high lonesome blue, got the high lonesome blue, get my feet back on the ground
Kept it in the groove, that s what i choose
i m coming home
Leaving me high lonesome blue, breaking down
there s nothing left to prove