The King Who Sold His Own
'' From box-set album "Blue Guitars"One thousand stories, one thousand yearsEach song it goes from hand to handThey tell of kings, they sing of warAnd the news of far off distant lands
They sing of how the blues came to beTheir own king sold them into slaveryThe sad chords melt where the sadness came to beWhen their own king sold them into slavery
One thousand stories, one thousand yearsThe truth of guilt and shameBut a king who sold his people outTo a world of whips and chains
The sound of pain, the smell of fearA treason born in hellThe king who sold his people outIt's a song they know so well
Cross the music, as you cross the seaCross your loved ones broken bonesCos forever never to be freeOh the king who sold his own ...Oh the king who sold his own ...