Lyrics

The door slammed, you walked away His arm around you, I heard you say "I never loved him, I love, but you" Lord, these cra-a-a-a-azy blues I'm going downtown to buy a gun Gimme that long, black, shiny one I'm gonna end it, my trouble's loose Lord, these cra-a-a-a-azy blues I made you my queen, both night and day Snap your little finger and I'd be your slave You didn't wanna wear the crown, didn't wanna be queen You got the kind of lovin' makes me wanna scream So roll me over, roll me slow The wounds that I made, they hurt me so The wounds that you made, they hurt me too And Lord, these cra-a-a-a-azy blues I made you my queen, both night and day Snap your little finger and I'd be your slave You didn't wanna wear the crown, didn't wanna be queen You got the kind of lovin' makes me wanna scream So roll me over, oh, roll me slow The wounds that I made, they hurt me so The wounds that you made, they hurt me too And Lord, these cra-a-a-a-, cra-a-a-azy blues
Writer(s): J. P. Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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