Ain'T That the Blues

She’s familiar… ain’t that the blues Sleeping beside her, I always knew Chipped beef on Monday, Thursday cold stew Dishes piled high, paycheck gone through She’s familiar… ain’t that the blues Home from work early, today around noon Mattress was creaking, my pistol I drew Two shots in my brother —four more in the flooze (Chicago Illinois: Performed with Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green 1985)