Derek Lee Goodreid

Derek Lee Goodreid | Musician | Creative | Mental Health Advocate

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