Postcards From Hell
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๐ Lyrics
I know a man who sings the blues
Yeah, he plays just what he feels
Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
But he never breaks the seal
Set up in a bar room corner
Playin' for tips and beer
People carryin' on and drinkin'
You gotta strain to hear
I've seen him play on some old cheap guitar
But he could play on pots and pans
You never heard a soul so pure and true
It's flowin' right out of his hands
He can sing sweet as a choir girl
Or he can sing a house on fire
I've seen him callin' up the angels
And use a breeze for a telephone wire
And if you ask him
How he sings his blues so well
He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
And I don't read postcards from Hell"
Said he came from down in Texas
Playin' out since he's 15
And you can hear a little Chicago
And a lot of New Orleans
And he can take you on a freight train
And he can take you down the alley
And he can take you to the church
And he can walk you through the valley
And if you ask him
How he sings his blues so well
He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
And I don't read postcards from Hell"
I've seen him sleepin' in a doorway
Maybe livin' outside
On his back just like a cockroach
But he ain't waitin' to die
And if you ask him
How he sings his blues so well
He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
That's how I sing my blues so well
And I don't read postcards from Hell"
Yeah, he plays just what he feels
Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
But he never breaks the seal
Set up in a bar room corner
Playin' for tips and beer
People carryin' on and drinkin'
You gotta strain to hear
I've seen him play on some old cheap guitar
But he could play on pots and pans
You never heard a soul so pure and true
It's flowin' right out of his hands
He can sing sweet as a choir girl
Or he can sing a house on fire
I've seen him callin' up the angels
And use a breeze for a telephone wire
And if you ask him
How he sings his blues so well
He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
And I don't read postcards from Hell"
Said he came from down in Texas
Playin' out since he's 15
And you can hear a little Chicago
And a lot of New Orleans
And he can take you on a freight train
And he can take you down the alley
And he can take you to the church
And he can walk you through the valley
And if you ask him
How he sings his blues so well
He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
And I don't read postcards from Hell"
I've seen him sleepin' in a doorway
Maybe livin' outside
On his back just like a cockroach
But he ain't waitin' to die
And if you ask him
How he sings his blues so well
He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
That's how I sing my blues so well
And I don't read postcards from Hell"
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.80] I know a man who sings the blues
[00:23.53] Yeah, he plays just what he feels
[00:27.81] Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
[00:32.41] But he never breaks the seal
[00:36.64]
[00:46.18] Set up in a bar room corner
[00:50.70] Playin' for tips and beer
[00:55.15] People carryin' on and drinkin'
[00:59.95] You gotta strain to hear
[01:04.07]
[01:13.65] I've seen him play on some old cheap guitar
[01:18.56] But he could play on pots and pans
[01:22.88] You never heard a soul so pure and true
[01:27.52] It's flowin' right out of his hands
[01:32.02] He can sing sweet as a choir girl
[01:37.23] Or he can sing a house on fire
[01:41.28] I've seen him callin' up the angels
[01:46.13] And use a breeze for a telephone wire
[01:50.50] And if you ask him
[01:53.13] How he sings his blues so well
[01:56.83] He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
[01:59.78] I got a soul that I won't sell
[02:02.17] I got a soul that I won't sell
[02:04.55] And I don't read postcards from Hell"
[02:08.17]
[02:26.69] Said he came from down in Texas
[02:31.53] Playin' out since he's 15
[02:35.87] And you can hear a little Chicago
[02:40.96] And a lot of New Orleans
[02:45.45] And he can take you on a freight train
[02:50.23] And he can take you down the alley
[02:54.95] And he can take you to the church
[02:59.74] And he can walk you through the valley
[03:04.20] And if you ask him
[03:06.76] How he sings his blues so well
[03:10.47] He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
[03:13.31] I got a soul that I won't sell
[03:15.98] I got a soul that I won't sell
[03:18.35] And I don't read postcards from Hell"
[03:21.72]
[03:58.21] I've seen him sleepin' in a doorway
[04:03.43] Maybe livin' outside
[04:07.81] On his back just like a cockroach
[04:12.37] But he ain't waitin' to die
[04:16.99] And if you ask him
[04:19.39] How he sings his blues so well
[04:22.99] He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
[04:25.82] I got a soul that I won't sell
[04:28.33] I got a soul that I won't sell
[04:30.78] I got a soul that I won't sell
[04:33.15] That's how I sing my blues so well
[04:35.44] And I don't read postcards from Hell"
[04:39.80]
[00:23.53] Yeah, he plays just what he feels
[00:27.81] Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
[00:32.41] But he never breaks the seal
[00:36.64]
[00:46.18] Set up in a bar room corner
[00:50.70] Playin' for tips and beer
[00:55.15] People carryin' on and drinkin'
[00:59.95] You gotta strain to hear
[01:04.07]
[01:13.65] I've seen him play on some old cheap guitar
[01:18.56] But he could play on pots and pans
[01:22.88] You never heard a soul so pure and true
[01:27.52] It's flowin' right out of his hands
[01:32.02] He can sing sweet as a choir girl
[01:37.23] Or he can sing a house on fire
[01:41.28] I've seen him callin' up the angels
[01:46.13] And use a breeze for a telephone wire
[01:50.50] And if you ask him
[01:53.13] How he sings his blues so well
[01:56.83] He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
[01:59.78] I got a soul that I won't sell
[02:02.17] I got a soul that I won't sell
[02:04.55] And I don't read postcards from Hell"
[02:08.17]
[02:26.69] Said he came from down in Texas
[02:31.53] Playin' out since he's 15
[02:35.87] And you can hear a little Chicago
[02:40.96] And a lot of New Orleans
[02:45.45] And he can take you on a freight train
[02:50.23] And he can take you down the alley
[02:54.95] And he can take you to the church
[02:59.74] And he can walk you through the valley
[03:04.20] And if you ask him
[03:06.76] How he sings his blues so well
[03:10.47] He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
[03:13.31] I got a soul that I won't sell
[03:15.98] I got a soul that I won't sell
[03:18.35] And I don't read postcards from Hell"
[03:21.72]
[03:58.21] I've seen him sleepin' in a doorway
[04:03.43] Maybe livin' outside
[04:07.81] On his back just like a cockroach
[04:12.37] But he ain't waitin' to die
[04:16.99] And if you ask him
[04:19.39] How he sings his blues so well
[04:22.99] He says, "I got a soul that I won't sell
[04:25.82] I got a soul that I won't sell
[04:28.33] I got a soul that I won't sell
[04:30.78] I got a soul that I won't sell
[04:33.15] That's how I sing my blues so well
[04:35.44] And I don't read postcards from Hell"
[04:39.80]