dislocated boy
bonamassa, joe
i've been gone a long time
lost in the seven seas. sail on
until you learn the birds and the bees. who will you find waiting for you
squeeze blood in the wine. left to call my preacher
and my very lovely wife. i said
roll me like a hurricane. all is a bust and i'm numb
like novocaine. who done it
sell me out why don't you boy
i'm a dislocated boy. i have cauterized my addictions
and i've suffocated my pride. before you and i embarked on
since i been six years old. but tell me don't you worry
about my very heavy load. and i said
knuckles on the floor. and there's shattered glass
and one hell of a scar. broke down and hungry
i'm a dislocated boy. all i need is my old guitar
and i'll play you the best damn blues. heavy affections
and i hate to lose. thirty-five years ago
i was born on robert johnson's knee
it's all been for you baby. i'm gonna make it back someday. so tell me about your working class hero
mine was born in mississippi
'round 1923. blue collar flannel shirts
was my father's way. worked in a factory