King of The Devil Blues

King of The Devil Blues

I raise my voice to make you hear my cries.

I lift my heart up aiming for your skies.

They won’t believe, but I keep the faith.

They never needed to know my name or see my face.

So I raise my voice up, lift me towards your light.

Lift my heart up, come make everything alright.

I lift my heart up, it’s held as a sacrifice.

You want my soul, then tell me what is it’s price?

You want my blood?  Then I’ll lay down my life.

I just want my freedom to write what I know is right.

I want to hold the gold, the oldest payment for your price.

I wanted to live well, but you know how that goes.

So here I kneel before you, I’m ready to sell my soul.

Just tell me the cost, I can survive the loss.

Just tell me my future will be more than what I have got.

I raise my hands up; oh won’t you hear my cry?

I want to be your slave, lead me into your night.

I just want to change me, give me a guitar of gold.

I know if you write it, it ain’t ever gonna get old.

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