One thousand stories, one
Thousand years each song
It goes from hand to hand
They tell of kings, they sing
Of war and the news of far
Off distant lands
They sing of how the blues
Came to be their own king
Sold them into slavery the
Sad chords melt where the
Sadness came to be when their
Own king sold them into slavery
One thousand stories, one
Thousand years the truth of
Guilt and shame but a king
Who sold his people out to
A world of whips and chains
The sound of pain the smell
Of fear a treason born in hell
The king who sold his people
Out it's a song they know so well
Cross the music, as you cross
The sea cross your loved ones
Broken bones cos forever never
To be free oh the king who sold
His own oh the king who sold his own
