Only God Knows These Blues

Woke up this morning. Sun cut through the blinds like a knife.

Coffee gone cold. Baby's shoes still by the door from last night. I picked up

my guitar. Let them strings cry low and slow. Trying to tell

the Lord what only He and this old heart know. Only God knows.

Yeah, only God knows. While love slipped away like river water through

my fingers it goes. I done wrong, I done right. I done everything

in between. Only God knows, brother. Only God knows what these blues

really mean. Mmm. Walk down to the crossroads where the red dirt