Blues Lounge Music, Whiskey Blues, блюз-рок, Музыка для завтрака Dusty Groove

I pulled an old cardboard sleeve from the back of the shelf
Decided to spend some time getting to know myself
The needle hits the groove with a familiar kind of hiss
It's been a long, long time since I felt a peace like this
The crackle and the pop sound like rain on the glass
Telling me that all my troubles are surely gonna pass
The singer's got a heartbreak, but she sings it so sweet
Makes me want to lay my own burdens down at her feet
Spinning round and round on a plastic plate
Saving my soul before it gets too late
It's a dusty kind of magic filling up the air
Washing away the sorrow, washing away the care
Oh, washing away the sorrow, washing away the care
Every scratch on the wax is a story of its own
A testament to all the weary miles that I have flown
I turn the volume up, I turn the overhead lights down
I'm the richest woman in this sleeping little town
Spinning round and round on a plastic plate
Saving my soul before it gets too late
It's a dusty kind of magic filling up the air
Washing away the sorrow, washing away the care