Jamie Blue Lyrics - Brightly Painted One - Tiny Ruins

Take James Indigo 

Blood on his hands, oh 

Blue-button James 

He was a town crier 

Whiskey or prophecy 

It's hard to distinguish, but he 

Cried with a strange fire 

His lone voice getting higher 

With each hour passing him by 

Cursing the malaise of his time, 

So unkind 

Blue James looking down 

At his hands, he makes a fist with his right 

Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight 

It's the brave that fortune favors 

And going out to bat for you 

Dodging and digging my own grave and 

Lucky bravery blue 

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It's the brave that fortune favors 

And going out to bat for you 

Dodging and digging my own grave and 

Lucky bravery blue 

And it's a shame I know 

That God saw the shadow 

And that quest is fallen 

Says in two, I think of James 

He wasn't always the best man, think of James 

But I hear he sang true, think of James 

Calling his questions 

Vision's broken, years they ain't through 

His lone voice getting higher 

With each hour passing him by 

Cursing the malaise of his time, 

So unkind 

Blue James looking down 

At his hands, he makes a fist with his right 

Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight 

It's the brave that fortune favors 

And going out to bat for you 

Dodging and digging my own grave and 

Lucky bravery blue