.Take James, indigo blood on his hands,
old Blue Button James, he was a town crier.
Whiskey or prophecy, itâs hard to distinguish,
But he cried with a strange fire.
His lone voice getting higher with each hour passing him by,
cursing the malaise of his time so unkind.
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