Uncle Bob's Barrelhouse Blues

Текст песни Mike Bloomfield - Uncle Bob's Barrelhouse Blues

All of my life
Needed a reason
To find out who I am

I've had my share
Acts of treason
Slipping right through my hands
What am I waiting for...

Sometimes I feel
Like I live in a dream
Alone in my Paradise Lost

Can it be real?
Tell me what does this mean
Alone in my Paradise Lost

So many years
Is there an answer?
In this castle made of sand

As time passes by
I'm running out of chances
Who will understand
What I am waiting for..
Sometimes I feel
Like I live in a dream
Alone in my Paradise Lost

Can it be real?
Tell me what does this mean
Alone in my Paradise Lost

What am I waiting for...

(guitar solo)

Sometimes I feel
Like I live in a dream
Alone in my Paradise Lost

Can it be real?
Tell me what does this mean
Alone in my Paradise Lost

Sometimes I feel
Like I live in a dream
Alone in my Paradise Lost

Can it be real?
Tell me what does this mean
Alone in my Paradise Lost
Sometimes I feel
Like I live in a dream
Alone in my Paradise Lost

Can it be real?
Tell me what does this mean
Alone in my Paradise Lost

Sometimes I feel
Like I live in a dream
Alone in my Paradise Lost