Cold Clay Chicago Blues

Intro

Oh

Lord

Mmm-hmm

Verse 1

My hands shake

Holding a cup of cold clay

Look at me

Why you look the other way

Pre-Chorus

Iron gate swings

Bitter wind sings

Bad luck brings

Chorus

When you turn your shoulder

I get a little older

Lord I get a little older

Every time you turn your back

Yeah it makes my spirit crack

Spirit crack

My poor soul is gonna crack

Verse 2

Ten thousand miles inside a room

Walking shadows like a broom

Empty hallway

Loneliness in a broad way

Pre-Chorus

Heavy chain slides

Nowhere to hide

Low low tide

Chorus

When you turn your shoulder

I get a little older

Lord I get a little older

Every time you turn your back

Yeah it makes my spirit crack

Spirit crack

My poor soul is gonna crack

Bridge

Cut the line

Lose the time

I am losing all the time

Chorus

When you turn your shoulder

I get a little older

Lord I get a little older

Every time you turn your back

Yeah it makes my spirit crack

Spirit crack

My poor soul is gonna crack