THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
---|
sometimes i get the blues in the evening, and sometimes in the morning too sometimes i wake up in the mornin' the blues had crept in, built a little tent, set up camp... what's a poor boy to do? now, some people take to drinkin' for it, but me, i like to fondle my blues started when i was just a young boy, i'd have the blues jus' 'bout every day (hormones or somethin', i dunno) sometimes i'd go into the bathroom, shut the door, whip out my blues and begin to play (sweet music!) then one day my momma caught me 'n said: "boy, don't you fondle your blues that way!" "it's just nasty!" but i just couldn't stop! [strokin' guitar solo] [break] now i believe i don't have to tell you boys the blues can be so hard on you the blues ain't nuthin' but trouble - when they come, it makes a mess you just need someplace to put those blues [end break] then one day i found this girl, lord she was sweet, and i just knew (she was the one) and she took my blues in her hand and said: "boy, i believe i know just what to do" and now this girl she makes me so happy with the way she fondles my blues (feels so good. and she says she likes my hot licks, too) |