Lyrics/vocals/ Guitar  by Christopher Olive

Black Blues
A black soul standing in a black dress 
underneath a black sky 
A black hearse and a rose in the dirt 
A black stream falling from an eye 
She been lost in a deep black hole 
since her husband felt the gun 
She started sippin' on jet black rum 
and that rubbed off on her son.

Black blues on a sunday 
Black blues on a sunday 
Black blues on a sunday afternoon.

The boy john was a son of the father 
or at least thats what he heard 
He swore to god he would never go to prison 
and he lived up to his word 
Well one night his tires left squealin' 
he was running from them boys in blue 
He pulled his car off of Hickory Bridge 
They found him dead but never found a clue , no no

Black blues on a sunday 
Black blues on a sunday 
Black blues on a sunday afternoon.

A black soul standing in a black dress 
underneath a black sky 
A black hearse and a rose in the dirt 
A black stream falling from an eye 
She been lost in a deep black hole 
lost a husband and a son 
She got away with the whole damn thing 
cut his breaks and stashed the gun

Black blues on a sunday 
Black blues on a sunday 
Black blues on a sunday afternoon

She left the funeral singing that same song 
She left the funeral singing that same song 
She left the funeral singing that same song 
they're better off dead and gone 
they're better off dead and gone 

( the last lyric group has not been added to recording)

Black Blues © Demo

partially written & majority freestyle spittin

Premonition

Brian Carpenter and I come together to form our band, Via HER DNA. This song was mixed by a friend of ours out in L.A.

Brian's page can be found at the following link! ;)

https://soundcloud.com/brian-carpenter-4

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