Woorden: John Miles. Bad Blood.

You're a stranger in this town, where do you come from?
Tell me what's your plan?
You've been on the road, you can't remember how long
You're a lonely man

Now you can't find what you always thought was easy
And in my mind you found out too late, believe me
'Cause you got bad blood, you got bad blood
You got bad blood, you better get out of here

So tomorrow one more town is far behind you
You could use a friend
But it won't take long before someone reminds you
And it starts again

It was so sad like so many other places
You would be glad just to hide away the traces
'Cause you got bad blood, you got bad blood
You got bad blood, you better get out of her

You got bad blood, you got bad blood
You got bad blood, you better get out of here

Tell me now I've said these things I should be sorry
I can't take the blame
And my best friend as a child still makes me worry
When I hear your name

But you can't stay, you can't lose your reputation
What can I say in a different situation?
'Cause you got bad blood, you got bad blood
You got bad blood, you better get out of here