Well Known Stranger

I'm a well known stranger and I've got the blues Hell, I get awful low when I hear happy news And I'm cursing the sunshine, praying for rain No I can't breathe through my lungs like I used to do I can't see through my eyes and they're losing their blue And my backs all a wreck but, hell, my heart is too Well I've got twenty 12-gauges underneath my bed I got five thousand voices going inside of my head And they're speaking in tongues but, I can understand them Well, I'm a well known stranger, you know I got them blues You know I get awful low when I hear happy news And I'm cursing the sunshine, praying for rain You know this bottle in my hand, well it used to be full Of them empty promises, take away my blues Oh, but this ones a liar, I'll get another one Cause I'm a well known stranger and I got the blues Hell, I get awful low when I hear happy news And I'm cursing the sunshine and praying for rain