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Walk the Worn out Floor (Julie Wolf) · Past Worn Searching (Rainer Maria) · Worn Legs (Ben Martin) · Past Worn Searching (Rainer Maria) · Well Worn Grooves: Golden Oldies of the 50's (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Shop Worn Angel (Urban Dwellers) · Worn Copy (Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti) · Shop Worn Angel (Urban Dwellers) · Blues, Blues, Blues (Piano Red) · The Blues, The Whole Blues & Nothing But the Blues (Jimmy Witherspoon) – and 90 other albums »


with you till you're all worn out
Back where the guests like souvenirs

Prison colour blue
It's a uniform of choice
Count yourself lucky
That you
others have worn
All held together by a management glue
Too much glue, and the stars turn blue
Turn blue
Turn blue
Turn blue
Turn blue

I'm going under
You
waiting
Waiting on the other side of the line

I got nothing behind me
Nothing left to remind me
Just a worn out picture
A vision of you by my side
"Um ... this song was written by ... erm, erm..."
What would you sell? 
Loose glasses and suit 
Heart and soul 
Won't wear out 

That's not
case you found me 
 
So there's a room in my heart for you 
If your trust has been stolen too 
If you walk softly on this worn out wooden floor
a million miles away 
When your kids are cold and hungry wearin' worn out shoes 
Standin' in the garden with the dust bowl blues
You're too much for me
I'm a worn-out sail
On the sidewalk sea

There's a light
There's a fire shining day and night
It came burning through

Shine
See these cans these worn out shoes
This old shopping cart full of rusty blues
It's plain as day
So why do I feel invisible?

Look at my face
I get old and blue and worn clear through?
And I say by that time I ought to be in my prime,
I'm gonna' strut like a cock until I'm ninety-nine.


I'm
and blue and worn clear through
And I said by that time I'm gonna be in my prime
I'm gonna strut like a cock until I'm 99

I'm gonna walk like a man
and worn clear through
And I said by that time I'm gonna be in my prime
I'm gonna strut like a cock until I'm 99

I'm gonna walk like a man
And talk like
worn out shoes
Talkin' 'bout good things and singin' the blues
You went your way and I stayed behind
We both knew it was just a matter or time

You're
our worn out shoes
Talkin' 'bout good things and singin' the blues
You went your way and I stayed behind
We both knew it was just a matter or time
Can't wake my faith and make it happen
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know how
Got by on cheap time but it goes faster
I worn out, I worn
(Living on the Earth, Living on the Earth, Living on the Earth, Living on the Earth)

On a dirty worn-out sidewalk, sits a mother with a baby,
In her
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
Well the train slipped into the station
A worn out steel blue soul
A relic from colonial days
When the French were still in control
Lorsque les
Ridin' against the wind in East New Mexico
His skin is dry and worn as the Texas plains
He's headed where the air is thin and and the cold blue
WAY
NOTHING LEFT TO DO 
WHEN YOU?RE A WHITE BOY LOST IN THE BLUES
Verse 2
I GOT A NICKEL ONE LOUSY DIME
WORN OUT OLD SHOES
ONE THING?S FOR SURE
reasons to stay have worn thin

Out there the days were so bright and so blue
Yet I missed all my thunder and rain
The way a storm punctures a hot
right
Noticin' the days hurryin' by
When you're in love, my, my how they fly!

Blue days, all of them gone
Nothin' but blue skies from now on!
and the snow
Reach out grab the memories that are left for your hand
They'll help you get by for a while

Such a small love
Such a little tear
Is this all
I've worn a lot of good leather out
Walkin' the floor over you
I've been down some white lines
Crossed over state lines
Thinkin' I might find
Worn out stockings, high heeled shoes
She pays the price and now she's singin' the blues
All alone out in the rain
She waits for strangers to take
on the grate in the evening, takes the chill away fine,
Cut the telephone line, the story's the same.
There's a worn red chair by the window that she found