The Blues
The Blues
I’ve been by the river
With dirty, old shoes
Ain’t no swimmer
I done got the blues
Tired of black, purple hues
Toss me a wave
And a whistle, too
Mold me into a tortoise shell
Give me some water for my empty well
Come on sugar
I ain’t talking to myself
Slow down
Slow down
You’re getting ahead of yourself
Pulled down
Pulled down
I have had enough
I ain’t scared of you
Days done passed and gone
Give me your heart, love
And I’ll give you a piece of my mind
So cold
So cold
Shivering down to the bone
Go on
Go on
To your chamber place
It’s a long road
Long road
Down this dreary place
Watch out
Watch out
Galloping horses down that way
Don’t you fall on your face and get mud on it
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
10/06/19
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