Well the Bottles empty
and the pain ...the pain is gome
But its just an illusion
It won`t last long
I been thinkin about my baby
She been a long time gone

When I woke up this morning
A voice running round inside my head
He say,,,you keep away from the Whisky
or you`re gonna end up dead
You don`t wanna live in the city
With the Sidewalk for a bed

......Guitar Solo......

Well I`m standing at the station
With a Dollar in my hand
Ain`t got no destination
No particular place in mind
I got a Pistol in my Pocket
and a Suitcase by my side

I got Blues under my collar
I got Blues around my head
I got èm morning, noon and midnight
When I´m sleepin in my bed
Yeah them Blues they come a followin
Wherever I may tread









Bottles empty Blues

This song started as a Riff in my Lunch break many years ago.  I recorded an initial version with another musician that then sat in a drawer for around 20 years until I eventually dug it out and finished it. The guy who plays lead guitar on this version makes it much more than it originally was. Unfortunately the guy who helped with the original version passed on and never got to hear the final song.  It is almost 7 Minutes Long - a Good slow Blues number.
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