The King Who Sold His Own - Chris Rea

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 …