Let Old Creach Play the Blues

When them thoughts grow starker. The tether has begun to rend.

Let Old Creach Play the Blues

When them thoughts grow starker.
The tether has begun to rend.
Every night feels a little darker.
Every day is on closer to the end.
When it’s time to pay the dues,
I hear old Creach play the blues.

Ain’t no new leaf for turning over
Ain’t no grace in a setting sun
Got the tap that my days are over
Road signs say the journey’s done.
When it’s time to pay the dues,
I hear old Creach play the blues.

I’m damn rusty in my final pages
and no girls that wait in town
I take no more comfort in sages
Time to hoist my flag down
When it’s time to pay the dues,
I hear old Creach play the blues.

I’m well stocked in souvenirs,
A frozen garden in my head.
A cupboard bottle for my fears
indulgences for when I’m dead.
When it’s time to pay the dues,
I hear old Creach play the blues.

When its time to shed your skin. 
When you’re adding up the years.
and it’s time for the violin,
let his music fill your ears.
When it’s time to pay the dues,
I hear old Creach play the blues.