Born to ramble, born to die
I can sing the rain down from the dark blue sky
The ghosts they follow, but the ghosts are free
I can't pay my rent now, so they call to me
She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time
Now I'm standing in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind
You can call me "bastard", you can call me "fool"
You'll call out my name, girl, as I'm leaving you
You scream the sun down... you cry down the moon...
With your cocaine mustache, and your brown bottle flu
You're like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
You're gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worth of your time
Now I'm lying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind
She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time
Now I'm Dying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind
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Born to ramble, born to die
I can sing the rain down from the dark blue sky
The ghosts they follow, but the ghosts are free
I can't pay my rent now, so they call to me
She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time
Now I'm standing in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind
You can call me "bastard", you can call me "fool"
You'll call out my name, girl, as I'm leaving you
You scream the sun down... you cry down the moon...
With your cocaine mustache, and your brown bottle flu
You're like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
You're gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worth of your time
Now I'm lying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind
She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time
Now I'm Dying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind
I can sing the rain down from the dark blue sky
The ghosts they follow, but the ghosts are free
I can't pay my rent now, so they call to me
She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time
Now I'm standing in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind
You can call me "bastard", you can call me "fool"
You'll call out my name, girl, as I'm leaving you
You scream the sun down... you cry down the moon...
With your cocaine mustache, and your brown bottle flu
You're like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
You're gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worth of your time
Now I'm lying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind
She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues
She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze
I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time
Now I'm Dying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis
With trouble on my mind
Writer: Eric Jordan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid