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Purely States the Blues
So many times the wind's so strong
Like a backbuster been busting too long
Wants to carry his thoughts away
Wait somewhere for a better day
And surely, surely we all know
That it's purely just as pure as the driven snow
And those pearly gates are gonna free me
Just as early as the sun falls to the sea
Hard pressed, long travels to see some light
Been bench-timing just about all night
And God knows, well God knows everything
Ol' Gabe's got to let his horn ring and sing
Mansions dreaming, poets screaming
Across the valleys we will ever meet
Perfection will get you to kingdom come
If it came, most of us would run
And we're balanced, we hold the party line
We're callous and we want another time
To face it, let it go along, learning that eternal song
And it's hoping, hoping we all know
While we're groping our way right down the road
It's midnight and darker here than hell
But it's alright, and changing I can tell
Yes, it's alright and changing I can tell
© Chuck Puckett 2011