I'm a well known stranger and I've got the blues
Hell, I get awful low when I hear happy news
And I'm cursing the sunshine, praying for rain

No I can't breathe through my lungs like I used to do
I can't see through my eyes and they're losing their blue
And my backs all a wreck but, hell my heart is too

Well I've got twenty 12-gauges underneath my bed
I got five thousand voices going inside of my head
And they're speaking in tongues but, I can understand them

Well, I'm a well known stranger, you know I got them blues
You know I get awful low when I hear happy news
And I'm cursing the sunshine, praying for rain

You know this bottle in my hand, well it used to be full
Of them empty promises, take away my blues
Oh, but this ones a liar, I'll get another one

Cause I'm a well known stranger and I got the blues
Hell, I get awful low when I hear happy news
And I"m cursing the sunshine and praying for rain