Woorden: Gaslight Anthem, The. Red At Night.

I was born in a town where the rivers flow free.

On a January night when the cold winds freeze.

I got an Irish name and an injury.

Got a blessing and a curse cast down on me.

Ain't nobody got the blues like me.

Ain't nobody got the blues like me.



It was a blood red sky on the morning tide.

It was a cold wind blowing when I left that night.

And the warning bells rang, all right, all right.

I shoulda stayed home with you that night.

Ain't nobody played the fool like I.

Ain't nobody played the fool like I.



Well things got bad, and things got worse.

Half like a blessing, half like a curse.

It's so hard to see sometimes,

Got a little clearer 'bout dusk last night.

Ain't nobody got a blessing like mine.

Ain't nobody got a blessing like mine.



It's a red sky night and it's quite alright.

It's a red sky night and I'm doing just fine.



It's a red sky night and it's quite alright.

It's a red sky night and I'm doing just fine.



It's a red sky night and I'm doing alright.

It's a red sky night and I'm doing just fine.