Ain'T That the Blues

She’s familiar, aint that the blues Sleeping beside her, everyone 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 Greene 1985)