Slows blues original song.
blues
blues guitar
Story behind the song
I was on a bit of a blues kick, back in the day when I was learning how to play guitar. So I ended up writing quite a few songs like this.
Lyrics
Talk is cheap
When there's nothing left to eat
And there's no one
To hold you to your word
And all the promises
Don't mean much in the end
When reality is a saboteur
They done me wrong
They got me good
There's nothing left inside
And in the end
They can't defend
There's nowhere left to hide
It's never understood
When we walk away for good
Their gold crumbles to dust
They kill the geese
That lay the eggs
And all their machinations turn to dust
They done me wrong
But it's okay
I'll have my day again
They never see
When I walk away
There's nothing left for them