Wallowin’ Self Pity Blues

I got a six-string guitar and four bloodied fingers, capos on two 'cause I sing in A.

I sip 50-proof bourbon chased down by a porter, my girl singing Whitney makes my night of

my day.

Pullin' out ballads from the deepest of memories Playin' some country I just heard last week

Strummin's my escape, writin' tunes my new therapy Makes the whole wild world seem just

less bleak When my girl plays my guitar, I jam alongside

My face hurts from smilin' at every song

When we're not together, my songs just sound so darn hollow

The B-string rings bluer and sustains just far too long

I got a six-string guitar and four bloodied fingers

Capos on two because I sing in A

I got 50 proof bourbon and a six pack of porter.

My girl's singing with me, makes my night and my day.

When she's away, my songs just sound so darn hollow.

The B string rings blue around those blues are here to stay.

Yeah the B string rings blue around those blues are here to stay.