Blood And Gasoline Poem by Smoky Hoss

When the blues come around
it'll burn you down.
The heart needs blood
like love needs a dream,
but the blues only bring
fire and gasoline.

When you're singing blues
late into the night,
your soul knows
you're not getting it right.
It's a bad scene, like
mixing blood with gasoline.

You open a window in your head
for some fresh air,
only to find flames,
flying everywhere.
It's like mixing love and the blues
into a dream,
it'll blow your heart
all apart,
like nothing you've ever seen.

The blues, and love,
are old, old, old,
ancient stories... both are
bought and sold.
Sometimes you win,
sometimes you lose; but,
with your heart or your money
you've got to pay some dues.
So stay away from the fire
if you know what I mean,
'cause love gets wild...
like mixing blood with gasoline.

All life through
both love and the blues
are out to get you;
it's the damn'dest thing
you've ever seen,
like mixing blood
with gasoline.

'So you find me hard to handle, I'm easier to hold' - Greg Allman