Lightning Threads - The Preacher

You don't have the soul that the blues man brings
You don't have the story that the preacher sings
Playing all day let it take it's course
Because the magic dies when its being forced
No place to be but a story to tell
They say you can't play the blues unless you've been to hell
This music should be what breaks it all
To bridge the gap so we don't fall
Into the trap where we each come from
Prejudice daughter racist son
It's getting old
I'm getting tired of what I keep getting told
I don't want to be a thief in the night
But if you play with feel
Play with soul
Who's going to care if these hands can't play it right
No my anger can't compare to that
No I don't bare the scars just wear the hat
Devil and his naked tongue
When will that seize to run
And you might say what gives me the right
To preach about a problem I don't have to fight
But why should I turn a blind eye
For this mess to still be rusting when I die
Its getting old
I'm getting tired of what I keep getting told
I don't want to be a thief in the night
But if you play with feel
Play with soul
Who's going to care if these hands can't play it right
Its getting old
I'm getting tired of what I keep getting told
I don't want to be a thief in the night
But if you play with feel
Play with soul
Who's going to care if these hands can't play it right

Written by:
Hugh Butler, Sam Burgam, Tom Jane

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