Bloodhound
Genres
Description
An original song performed live on guitar in front of a small audience and a video camera.
Lyrics
I'm sick of always being right Every time you come around You told me that you love the best But I'm still stuck here on the cold hard ground And I will try to make my way to you But time is drawing near I hear you walking down that lonesome road But you just are not there You're on that rusty rail line Every time you hear my sound I know that in the ground you'll rest But I'm still hunting with that big bloodhound You will try and make a run from me But I can see your fear You keep saying that you want me back But time says beware Yes, time says beware
