Highstone Blues

Stetson hat brim pulled down low Suits of gray, a silent vow Midnight oil in his stride, hearts in hand, where secrets hide Old town echoes his name, Thomas Highstone, in blues' claim Neon sign flickers his path, life's crossroads and aftermath Thomas highstone walks down town and hold two glasses wine in his hand Thomas highstone walks down in a darkles land... Whiskey breath, his shadow cast, in alleys where the broken stand With each step, the night unwinds, Thomas Highstone, man unchained All the wife danceing behind this man oh yeh