Try another city, baby, another town / Wherever I have gone / Wherever I’ve been and gone / Wherever I have gone / The blues come following down (Jackson C. Frank)

And I followed her to the station, with her suitcase in my hand / And I followed her to the station, with her suitcase in my hand / Well, it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell, when all your love’s in vain / All my love’s in vain (Robert Johnson)

I drink for something when I’m nothing / I drink for nothing when it’s gone / And I feed the clouds, they are my shadow / ‚Cause I have raised the cubs my self alone / Now there is somethin‘ in the wild / Here is my weather of a killing kind (The Tallest Man […]