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Corb Lund - Counterfeiters' Blues Lyrics

  • and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that jesus broke
  • this is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine
  • i'm smokin shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime
  • this is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil joke
  • sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat
  • There seem to me an awful lot of charltans round here
  • and hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineers
  • the factory and subterfuge and corporato cheat
  • conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our feet
  • the lords of mass producto mass product at quite a pace
  • it won't be long these counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place
  • These notes that you've been paying with are a little bit too green
  • the printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheen
  • your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off
  • and your snout will have to make its way from the far end of the trough
  • you got suckered into tryin to make your make your money overnight
  • looks to me like the counterfeit blues will be doggin you all of your life
  • The worn out western hat i got no longer smells like horse
  • and i can't afford to keep one around now that rooster's gone, of course
  • i guess i've left it all behind me now except for when i write
  • and sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that life
  • yes, years of rocka rolla have extracted quite a fee
  • maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creepin up on me

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