13 Kinds - The Bones of J.R. Jones

I’ve got 13 kinds of blues

I know them all by name

I call them on my phone

When i’m looking for some pain

For some pain

Oh i’m waiting all day like my neck

They get it tied up in their rope

Telling me to sing

But its little tight across my throat

Tight across my throat

Oh across my throat

So keep your damage to yourself

No don’t trouble me at all

Cause I’ve loved enough

I’ve got trouble for us all

For us all

Cause I just need to dance

Dance till I feel clean

Get a hold of this fever

Let it pour out it of me

Out of me

Cause i’m on fire

There’s a furnace inside

Take me to the water

It eases my mind

It eases my mind