[Spoken Intro]
I'd like to introduce our good friend Randall Bramblett on keyboards this evening. Randall's a gifted singer/songwriter and also works for Steve Winwood. But he's from these parts. This song's called "Blister Soul." Take care of yours. 1, 2, 1, 2, shh!

[Verse 1]
So you got this place you go
It's just a trip before the fall
Way past the fevered pitch
Just a spit from the wrecking ball
Wrecking ball

[Verse 2]
Said you woke up this morning
Said you woke up under a curse
Well, I've heard the blues are bad
But this is something worse
And the ambulance driver
Well, he tips his hat and stares
And asks you in a grave voice
"Sugar, can I, uh--can I take you anywhere?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
It's the thing we cannot speak of
Too painful to behold
Oh, this blister soul
Oh, this blister soul
Oh, this blister soul
[Verse 3]
There's a smaller place we go
It's where there's hardly any sound
It's where the deals have all gone south
And the house of cards comes down
And the damage is costly
It's well beyond all dollars and sense
You can't measure it with graph or chart
Or any instrument
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
It's the thing we cannot speak of
Too painful to behold
Oh, this blister soul
Oh, this blister soul
Oh, this blister soul

[Verse 4]
Yeah, from the trumpet blast
Well, I hear the banging drum
Yeah, from once upon a time
To the sweet kingdom come
And, oh, the thing that's yours for free
Well, that's the thing I need the most
Oh, stifles every boast
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
It's the thing we cannot speak of
Too painful to behold
Oh, this blister soul
Oh, this blister soul
Oh, this blister soul
Hey

[Outro]
Oh, this blister soul
Oh, this blister soul, oh, oh, oh
Blister soul

[Spoken Outro]
Randall Bramblett on keyboards. Thanks.