Blackened and Blue

Well gather 'round folks, for the tale of a man
 He's a-pickin' his six string 'till there's blood on his hands
 And he's a puffin' on reefer, it's all there's to do
 He'll a smoke 'till his lungs are turned blackened and blue
 Well, he'll smoke 'till his lungs are turned blackened and blue
 Now, the man's got the world sat on his troubled mind
 And he knows that it's only a matter of time
 'Fore he's faced with a choice on what he is to do
 And he'll a smoke 'till his lungs are turned blackened and blue
 Well, he'll smoke 'till his lungs are turned blackened and blue
 Now it's time for our story to come to a close
 The man stays a-pickin', for it's what he does most
 'Fore aside from the pickin' there's nothing to do
 Except smoke till his lungs are turned blackened and blue
 Well, he'll smoke till his lungs are turned blackened and blue