Ball & Chain For Sale Lyrics - Jimi Hendrix

1. 

You got me sitting up on the shelf 

While you're out bewitching someone else. 

Do I live, do I die 

Do I laugh, do I cry 

What game am I supposed to loose this time ? 

2. 

You got chains attached to my head 

You spreading magic honey all in your bed 

What is it you want ? 

Just a puppet that talks 

Or maybe just a lover who makes love to the dead. 

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Step onto the stage...just a few more minutes... 

Let's see what kind of juggler you really are. 

Say without that whip and those bloody boots 

Which are rented...you actually could become 

A morning star... 

But you rang your last bell 

Even your planets, they've gone to hell 

And your world turns to nothing but a bubble 

In a shotgun jar. 

And now you don't know who you really are. 

3. 

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So instead of trying to make me your slave 

Why don't you just...call it a day. 

Either way I'm gonna win 

So save yourself some wind 

Don't make me to be the last to see 

You to your grave... 

Well well, ball and chain...for sale. 

New day come...masters gone to hell... 

Well well, ball and chain...for sale. 

Sunrise come...master's dying in hell...