Quarantine Lockdown Blues Songtext
von Reckless Saints

Trapped in the back shack
Pickin out a rhythm to the rain beatin′ down
Old tin roof drippin' through the rotten wood over my head
And there′s a hole in the ground bound to bring me trouble
Wanna swallow all the money now
And there ain't no way around, only dead-ahead
Ooohhh, oooooh
Fleshin' out a song now
Hummin′ to the rhythm of the Breakout under me
It′s takin' me away on this old Ohio highway
I′m a thundercloud blowin' outta Pomeroy


Seekin′ that sweet open breeze
If I give ya six feet, man, I'll give ya 600 miles
Ohhh, baby, me and you... We got the quaa-arantine lockdown blues
Ohhh, baby, me and you... We got the quaa-arantine lockdown blues
Well I really don′t mind takin' one for the greater good
To get it all outa the way
If it only means hangin' round watchin′ the paint peel off
I′m a road dog missin' my bones in New Mexico and back in the old UK
And when it′s OK to roll again, hell yeah, honey I'm gone
Ohhh, baby, me and you... We got the quaa-arantine lockdown blues
Ohhh, baby, me and you... We got the quaa-arantine lockdown blues