mid weak, manic morning, king of lost causes, bemoans his fate
I’ve got those Wednesday morning, Hump day, blues,
as I’m putting on my working shoes
Headed out that door, wondering what it’s all for,
Got a stack of bills that rivals Everest,
My rent’s way overdue and my landlord’s a pest,
Might have to pawn my guitar, It hasn’t got me too far……...
Chorus- But when it’s cradled in my arms
It's like a girl that woos me,
Whispering someday we're gonna make it
Till life comes back around and screws me
I don’t know how much longer I can take it.
The radios on playing some pulp, pop crap,
What kind of Helen Keller clone clown is producing that,
I miss those good old days
when songs had something to say,….
Chorus II-
So I play a few riffs, and ponder all my what ifs,
then I head out to be another working stiff,
Bridge-
I had a gig last weekend in a back alley dive,
Ten drunks and a whore after a three-hour drive,
50 bucks in chump change…..no applause,
Just another martyr to the cause,
I’ve got those Monday morning, hung over blues,
As I’m putting on into my working shoes,.
Might have to pawn my guitar,
Cause it really hasn’t got me far……………….. i
hasn't got me that far.........
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio ©-2015-Matthew F. Blowers III
