or "gather rosebuds in the month of june" not when i know that trouble's comin' soon (and it will - i'm a chronic for that bitter pill) the weary world is just too damn cruel luck unfaithful and trouble rules and if you're thinkin' different,pal, you're a fool (because that's the way it's gonna be till your dyin' day) loooooooooord! you need the patience of Job and a jug o' whiskey to chase those blues away when a man's born to trouble and the sparks fly high to sear the day and then you know you're down so low there's nothin' left to lose like when a beggar can sing to a pickpocket those crippled blues the march of time won't ever cut you slack but weigh you down just like a cement sack or a certain straw on a camel's back (either way, you're gonna find one day) that now your back is broke and bent and the blues has got the sentiment you HAVE to sing to your heart's discontent every day...when there ain't no other way to beat those mean nasty lowdown heartbreakin' blues such as comes to the soul sometimes in the nighttime sometimes in the day, just to say: now you know, yer down so low there's nothin' left to lose like when a beggar can sing to a pickpocket those crippled blues. |
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the lyrics to this tune have changed a little since i wrote them down here. i forgot about the "chronic for the bitter pill" line. i think that'll be the name of the album. cheeky monkey? i saw craig ferguson live at the bass hall in fort worth - literally up the street from me. |
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