He found himself waiting again

Out at the crossroads, out on the lam

This time not running, this time by right

A road-side hitcher waits for headlights

"The blues, the blues

The blues won't bring me down"

That pick-up truck stopped

"Where you headed, kid?"

"Back to the boardwalk coast to fix the wrong I did"

That old man would bring him just as far as he could

His hellhound sniffing out for a trace of any good

The hope, the hope

The hope he's chasing

The blues, the blues

The blues he carried are dead and buried