"Automatic Blues" Videos
Well, some things I'm built for fixin'
Make more sense to throw away
The touch of something human
What I really crave
Oh, just give me one thing
I can sink my heart into
Not another measure
Of these automatic blues, come on, come on
Well, the preacher preached the sermon
Sinners bow their heads
Sometimes I feel so alive
I wish I was dead
You might be on your back somewhere, baby
Too beaten up in your pew
Would Sunday lift the curtain
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