King Of The Blues - Steve Earle & The Dukes, The Dukes, Steve Earle

The day I was born, the moon crossed the sun

Mama cried, «sweet Jesus what have I done?

Lord have mercy on my unfortunate son»

Before I drew my second breath, Mama knew

She’d just given birth to the King of the Blues

And on that day somewhere somebody else died

Alone in a dark room and nobody cried

‘Cause there can only be one and I can’t be denied

Outriders told everybody the news

The King is dead, long live the King of the Blues

I’m the King of the Blues, thirteenth of the line

The first of my name and the last of my kind

One foot in the grave, one hand on the handle of time

Descended directly from St. John the Conqueroo

I’m the High Priest of Heartache and the King of the Blues

I’m a lover, a fighter, a prophet, a fool

The keeper of confidences, the lord of misrule

A consummate jack-of-all-trades of the Dickensian school

But they ain’t never made no love I couldn’t lose

I’m the last word of lonesome and the King of the Blues