Miranda Blue
I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow
Miranda Blue
We just can’t step out from the shadows
Though I’ve got a good hand
I don’t feel safe hanging around here
I suspect some jealous husband
Hot on my tracks, hot on my tracks
To shoot me down
Miranda Blue
I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow
Miranda Blue
We just can’t step out from the shadows
You can keep your whisky and your cigar
I just trust my old guitar
I’m a traveling medicine man
These lonely roads I’ve made my home
Sometimes I drink out of cans
Soup made out of chicken bones
You can keep your whisky and your cigar
I just trust my old guitar
Keep your biscuit and your caviar
I’m no rock and roll star
Miranda Blue
I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow
Miranda Blue
We just can’t step out from the shadows
Miranda, Miranda Blue
Miranda, Miranda Blue
Just can’t, we just can’t, we just’ can’t step out from the shadows
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow
I’m a traveling medicine man
These lonely roads I’ve made my home
I’m a traveling medicine man
I drink soup made out of chicken bones
Miranda Blue...
Miranda Blue..