He'll reap what he sows...

**notes, I had the image of a blues man** 

Sitting in a bar looking into the glass
A wounded soul for his tortured past
He said he did those things so he could feel the pain
But he chose to run and hide so that life was a game

Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows
Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows
The preacher is the grim reaper with nowhere to go
Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows

He walked around the field Chasing what he never had
He stabs you in your back running from his broken smile
He seeks the fortune from your own misery
He gambles the day away only to throw the night away

Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows
Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows
The preacher is the grim reaper with nowhere to go
Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows
The clock will tick
He'll be stuck on repeat
He'll drink on his own
And reap what he'll sow
Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows
Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows
The preacher is the grim reaper with nowhere to go
Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows
Ahhhh he'll reap what he sows