kevin’s blues (carl cacho)
Well it’s the blues before breakfast
And I’m heading down to Texas
My heart is my only guide
I start out in Boston and quickly get lost in
The feeling of being alive

I sing my songs in a hundred towns
I ain’t the kind to hang around
I fell in with a gypsy
And each kiss she gives me
Is a promise to leave me blue
But there’ll be no grieving
When it comes time for leaving
She’s the harmony in everything I do

Her eyes are as lonely as the road i’m traveling down
I ain’t the kind to hang around
Shooting stars are falling
Damn car keeps stalling
Mouth harp in the distance looks like my mama calling
But i’m a rolling stone
Mama you can’t call me home
I’m chasing this dream til i’m only skin and bone
They say I hate to ramble
But you know I love this gamble
I could end up rich or poor
The wheels keep on spinning
I can’t tell if i’m winning
It depends on how you keep score

I’m going where applause is the only sound
I ain’t the kind to hang around