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BLUE CHALK
by John Gorka
So I wonder how she's doing
I hate it when the rumors fly
They give off such a strange sense of mission
Wing your helplessness on high
But she would never run from strangers
She sang alone like a bell will toll
Way above the clang and the clatter
Out of fear of her demon soul
[repeat 4 bars instrumental line=bar ]
Maybe none of this is my business
And none of what I hear is true
I am far from mint condition
Circulation's hard on you
CHORUS
Hold tight, hang tough
Love's not enough
To keep you off that stuff
To save you
Hold tight, hang tough
Love's not enough
To keep you off that stuff
To save you now
He could always find the holes in the bottles
Even with a blindfold on
Never kept his seat on the wagon
Rolling off like a rolling stone
Blue chalk between his fingers
Hustling a poolroom song
He always kept a line for the singers
Pointing his cue right from wrong
[CHORUS]
{Repeat first verse & chorus}
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