| Song | Blue Sky |
| Artist | Jackie Greene |
| Album | Rusty Nails |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Blue sky | |
| its a bad lie | |
| its a cheap high | |
| its a fake cry | |
| its a small town | |
| with a big frown | |
| and I never want | |
| to hear it again | |
| well he drank wine | |
| and he drank gin | |
| but most of the time | |
| it drank him | |
| till he grew thin | |
| and he rocks himself | |
| to sleep again | |
| she was nineteen | |
| she was a prom queen | |
| she had big dreams | |
| wore blue jeans | |
| she had no clue | |
| and a tattoo | |
| yes and who knew | |
| what the future could hold | |
| yes its untold | |
| but I never want to hear it again | |
| now theres cheap wine | |
| on a cheap dress | |
| she fought him | |
| but he fought best | |
| such a contest | |
| and I never want | |
| to hear it again |
| Blue sky | |
| it s a bad lie | |
| it s a cheap high | |
| it s a fake cry | |
| it s a small town | |
| with a big frown | |
| and I never want | |
| to hear it again | |
| well he drank wine | |
| and he drank gin | |
| but most of the time | |
| it drank him | |
| till he grew thin | |
| and he rocks himself | |
| to sleep again | |
| she was nineteen | |
| she was a prom queen | |
| she had big dreams | |
| wore blue jeans | |
| she had no clue | |
| and a tattoo | |
| yes and who knew | |
| what the future could hold | |
| yes its untold | |
| but I never want to hear it again | |
| now there s cheap wine | |
| on a cheap dress | |
| she fought him | |
| but he fought best | |
| such a contest | |
| and I never want | |
| to hear it again |
| Blue sky | |
| it s a bad lie | |
| it s a cheap high | |
| it s a fake cry | |
| it s a small town | |
| with a big frown | |
| and I never want | |
| to hear it again | |
| well he drank wine | |
| and he drank gin | |
| but most of the time | |
| it drank him | |
| till he grew thin | |
| and he rocks himself | |
| to sleep again | |
| she was nineteen | |
| she was a prom queen | |
| she had big dreams | |
| wore blue jeans | |
| she had no clue | |
| and a tattoo | |
| yes and who knew | |
| what the future could hold | |
| yes its untold | |
| but I never want to hear it again | |
| now there s cheap wine | |
| on a cheap dress | |
| she fought him | |
| but he fought best | |
| such a contest | |
| and I never want | |
| to hear it again |