JOHN HIATT lyrics - Master Of Disaster

Close one there

Choking in clean underwear

Bleeding tongue

Eight ball pounding in my lungs

Ship to shore

I can't see the coastline anymore

I shouldn't be here

I thought I made that loud and clear



But the master of disaster

Gets tangled in his telecaster

He can't play it any faster

When he plays the blues

When he had the heart to ask her

And every note just shook the plaster

Now he's just a mean old bastard

When he plays the blues



China town

Chasing that old dragon down

Madam Wong's

We play the blues with the curtains drawn

Sidewalks of white

While the LA sun beat out the night

Pounding brain

My last transmission down the drain



And the master of disaster

Gets tangled in his telecaster

He can't play it any faster

When he plays the blues

When he had the heart to ask her

And every note just shook the plaster

Now he's just a mean old bastard

When he plays the blues



There's a debt I owe

I'll never pay before I go

So I sing the blues

Hand me down my walking shoes

You're in my heart

Though we may be miles apart

There's my point

I'll see you in another joint



When the master of disaster

Gets tangled in his telecaster

He can't play it any faster

When he plays the blues

When he had the heart to ask her

And every note just shook the plaster

Now he's just a mean old bastard

When he plays the blues