Postcards From Hell Lyrics - Loaded - The Wood Brothers

I know a man who sings the blues 

Yeah he plays just what he feels 

Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat 

But he never breaks the seal 

Set up in a bar room corner 

Playin' for tips and beer 

People carryin' on and drinkin' 

You gotta strain to hear 

I've seen him playin' some old cheap guitar 

But he could play on pots and pans 

You never heard a soul so pure and true 

It's flowin' right out of his hands 

He can sing sweet as a choir girl 

Or he can sing a house on fire 

I've seen him callin' up the angels 

And use a breeze for a telephone wire 

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And if you ask him 

How he sings his blues so well 

He says 

I got a soul that I won't sell 

I got a soul that I won't sell 

I got a soul that I won't sell 

And I don't read postcards from hell 

Says he came from down in Texas 

Playin' out since he's fifteen 

You can hear a little Chicago 

And a lot of New Orleans 

Hean take you on a freight train 

He can take you down the alley 

He can take you to the church 

He can walk you through the valley 

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And if you ask him 

How he sings his blues so well 

He says 

I got a soul that I won't sell 

I got a soul that I won't sell 

I got a soul that I won't sell 

And I don't read postcards from hell 

I've seen him sleepin' in a doorway 

Maybe livin' outside 

On his back just like a cockroach 

But he ain't waitin' to die 

And if you ask him 

How he sings his blues so well 

He says 

I got a soul that I won't sell 

I got a soul that I won't sell 

I got a soul that I won't sell 

And I don't read postcards from hell