All In the Blood
Sometimes you don't know where you're going
Sometimes you don't know where you've been
At times the boat just ain't worth rowing
Sometimes you can't even get in
[chorus]
It's all in the blood
It's not in the head
It may never be understood
Until you are dead
Jack Legge, he don't sing the reasons
Jack Legge, he don't see the light
Back off, he don't care if he's pleasing you
Come back, he wants to make it right
Brown Eyes, she is filled with laughter
Brown Eyes, she's a solid wall
No one knows what she is after
No one seems to care at all
Sometimes, we don't know what we're saying
Most times, we don't say a thing
At times there ain't no use in praying
The blood is the conscience of the king
[last chorus]
It's all in the blood
And it's all in the drive
It may never be understood
But it's good to be alive
© 1992 Chuck Puckett
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