ITS OWN Animal - Trick Finger Blues

These hands don't work no more
Cant pick a thing off this floor
These hands, they don't obey
Finger ends are getting fraud

These fingers buzz and hum
These hands are growing numb
These fingers won't relax
Well these hands can't make it, Jack
Take them back

Woah oh oh oh oh, woah oh oh
Trick finger blues

These hands, they do betray
Break my heart in every way
Can't trust these hands to grip
Now everything is on the slip
On the slip

Woah oh oh oh oh, woah oh oh
Trick finger blues

I sued to crow about such stuff
I used to crush these rocks to dust
I used to play a wild guitar
Strut my funky stuff in every bar

Woah oh oh oh oh, woah oh oh
Trick finger blues

Used to be so sensitive
These hands could make you live
Used to sense the smallest things
But, hey man the rot begins
And fingers sing...

Woah oh oh oh oh, woah oh oh
Trick finger blues

Written by:
Garry Minto

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