Way Beyond the Blues - Alabama 3

Every sundown

You make the break

By the time you hit the border

You’re back in chains

Your jailer’s laughin'

As you complain

You were born to run

What about the great escape

In the courtyard

There is no breeze

And there ain’t no bluebirds

In the trees

On your knees you

Pray for sweet release

You pray for fortitude

And godspeed

When you got nothin' left to lose

When you’re way beyond the blues

Right or wrong lord

You’ve got to choose

When you’re way beyond the blues

You hear the tollin'

Of the bell

Are you in heaven

Are you in hell

The saints came marchin'

And you fell

Were you pushed

Did you stumble

Who could tell

When you got nothin' left to lose

When you’re way beyond the blues

Right or wrong lord

You’ve got to choose

When you’re way beyond the blues

All your women

Weepin' at your grave

Six black horses

To carry a safe

You were once a king

Now you’re a slave

Too late to pray

They lock the gate

When you got nothin' left to lose

When you’re way beyond the blues

Right or wrong lord

You’ve got to choose

When you’re way beyond the blues

(Sing it now)

When you got nothin' left to lose

When you’re way beyond the blues

Right or wrong lord

You’ve got to choose

When you’re way beyond the blues

When you got nothin' left to lose

When you’re way beyond the blues

Right or wrong lord

You’ve got to choose

When you’re way beyond the blues

(Sing it now)

When you got nothin' left to lose

When you’re way beyond the blues

Right or wrong lord

You’ve got to choose

When you’re way beyond the blues