Born to Raise Hell and Sing the Blues
When I was born the devil knew that I was born to raise hell & sing the blues.
That night my mama died and my papa left me at the crossroads to die
But through the mud and the blood i was born to raise hell and sing da blues
Sing the blues, sing the blues Goddamn saints don’t have a goddamn clue
You gotta live like you got nothing to lose, walk a mile in our worn out shoes
Through the mud and the blood we were born to raise hell & sing the blues
When I was a boy the Lord he said don’t you enter my church or I’ll strike you dead
I just laughed and I howled at the moon now I run with a pack of wolves
Through the mud and the blood I was born to raise hell & sing the blues
When death finally came, she said no one wants you so you gotta remain
So now I wander this old earth, poor, broke and lonely and singing my curse
Through the mud and the blood i was born to raise hell & sing da blues
Sing those goddamn blues boy, sing them day and night
Sing those goddamn blues boy, one day you’re gonna see the light
See the light, see the light