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21st Century Blues written by ClayPotts. Thanks to my pal Krille for contributing his massive guitar work.
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I shall never forget the day that my woman died.
A silver sun burned through the sky
It was the hottest Sunday I could remember.
I felt like the only living thing, left in this world.
She was murdered in our home, all alone was I.
As the only one who was there, I'd need an alibi.
And I had just begun to think my story when -
those detectives came to see me and I cried.
I made them wait, as I tried to compose my emotions
When I walked in the room, they just smiled
Where had I been, what was I doing, when my sweet little woman lost her life?
I knew right then, it was me they were gonna fry
They twisted my story; they told me that I told them lies,
But my woman know the truth, oh why did she have to die
I'll clear my name, and I'll prove my story
Or maybe my days all end inside this here reformatory
A silver sun burned through the sky
on the day my woman died
A silver sun burned through the sky
It was the hottest Sunday I could remember.
I felt like the only living thing, left in this world.
She was murdered in our home, all alone was I.
As the only one who was there, I'd need an alibi.
And I had just begun to think my story when -
those detectives came to see me and I cried.
I made them wait, as I tried to compose my emotions
When I walked in the room, they just smiled
Where had I been, what was I doing, when my sweet little woman lost her life?
I knew right then, it was me they were gonna fry
They twisted my story; they told me that I told them lies,
But my woman know the truth, oh why did she have to die
I'll clear my name, and I'll prove my story
Or maybe my days all end inside this here reformatory
A silver sun burned through the sky
on the day my woman died
ramonaji
you are the man, there is NO doubt!