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 …
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 …
