The
smoke rises from a cigarette
The
heart is grip with regret
Ashes
on the wooden floor
All
these heartaches, I can no longer ignore!
An
old black man singing the blues
Of
all the time his mind was confused!
Chorus
Love
was the blame
If
you’d like I could give you her name
I
sit here with whiskey on my breath
This
loneliness is worse than death!
The
guitar is crying my song
Of
all the things I’ve done wrong
My
heart and mine are always in a fight
Looking
back, I can remember that night!
Chorus
Love
was a blame
If
you’d like, I could give you her name
I
sit here with whiskey on my breath
This
loneliness is worse than death!
Thomas
Theophilus© November 7, 2026
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