City Blues
CITY BLUES (triple Etheree)
Hey!
Ol’ man
Weavin’ roun’
Haid be foggy
An close ta tha groun’
(six-feet undah that is)
Hey! man yo chin be runnin’
An I aint jus be a funnin’
Aint got no neck jisa ol’ washboard
Get outa heah! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Hey!
Ol’ man
Watcha yo smile!
Seen you lookin’
Dreamin’ once in a while
Lookin’ at dem young chics
Hey man you caint get nowheah
You stop ‘n stare jis fohget it!
Yo brain all ‘ROOOGA’ model T Ford
Git outa heah! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Hey!
Ol’ man
Don’ you go
Givin’ me looks
Like iz a rap-crow
I got nowheah ta go
You think how you got some pain?
I beat yo haid wid yo own cane!
Take yo choice da rivah o’ da morgue
Heah I come! Make yo peace wid da Lawd
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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