(alexander)



There was a man who sang the blues

No one could deny he spoke the truth

He shouted through the microphone

But no one could care less

He lived his life anonymously

Was rediscovered posthumously

Now people quote his words

And talk about his tragic death



(ain't that the way it goes)



The was a man who told a lie

With a twinkle in his eye

People came from all around

To stand by his side

People will sell their souls away

For a little false hope and some unfound praise

There's always somebody out there

Who is happy to oblige



(ain't that the way it goes)

Amazing grace to you



He met her in a college bar

Talked his way into her car

She fell in love with himI guess

The same time he lost interest

Nowhe takes a hit off of his bong

While she listens to country songs

Ahto be young again



(ain't that the way it goes)

Amazing grace to you



There's a place in my father's home

Where I still go to be alone

Demons visit me there yet

Sometimes we share a cigarette

They laugh and whisper in my ear

Tell me what I want to hear

The devil has so many friends



Amazing grace to you

(ain't that the way it goes)