When I stepped out, to that pasture.
Just thinking 'bout them old wounds
Sipping from my old tea
Checking my wallet, not a dime
Not a single, spec of food
Writing this song only for you
Now I'm just all alone
Taking a drag from my cigarette
Looking at the cold dark moon
Wondering when things will lessen
Beginning to mold, just a little
Sipping from my old tea
Picking down, the ol' Washburn
Picking up, the ol' Folk songs
Beginning to rain, beginning to brew
A cold tear, began to shine
Trickling down, my old cheek
The feelings of warmth and sadness
Picking up, the old Blues songs
Mending the old wounds
C, G, D - Half-step down. Slow Folk tempo.
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