Blue on Black, Kenny Wayne Shephard: Night falls, I'm alone Skin chilled to the bone You turned and you ran Slipped right out of my hand Blue on black, tears on a river Push on a shove, they dont mean much Joker on a jack, Match on fire Cold on ice as a dead man's touch Whisper on a scream doesnt change a thing Doesnt bring you back Blue on black Blind, and now I can see Truth, lies and in-betweens Wrongs can't be undone slipped from the tip of ur tongue Blue on black, tears on a river Push on a shove they don't mean much Joker on a jack, Match on fire Cold on ice as a dead man's touch Whisper on a scream, doesnt change a thing Doesnt bring you back Blue on Black