Johnny Twain

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Johnny Twain

1. I AIN’T HAD THE BLUES SINCE I FOUND GOD
Almost killed,
Always cried,
Never really lived,
Nearly died...
But one thing’s for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Life was about me,
Lived for I,
Never was the Jedi,
Coming from the Darkside...
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Then I found a love,
But still had hate,
Found enough of glory,
Or was it just too late?
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Had a couple kids,
Then one more,
Began to see the light,
Was God the cure?
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Didn’t sleep a week,
Then one day longer,
Shouted out “Lord,
Make me stronger.”
Now one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Blues gone white,
Now when I Rest In Peace,
I can spend eternity
And never sleep.
Now one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

When life gets rough,
Good God carries me.
Love my wife
Who led me to thee.
Now more than ever, one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Thanks be to God,
Thanks be to wife.
Direction to heaven
And eternal life.
Now and forever, one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

That’s my story...
To God all the glory!
AMEN!


4. IT’S ONLY TOO LATE IF YOU’RE DEAD
Someone apologized to me once for the late night call,
But I told her, “It’s never too late...It’s only too late if I’m dead!”
You see Jesus invited us to the eternal party,
And I don’t think He cares if we’re late,
He just wants us to show up before we’re dead,
Because God’s grace is always on time as The Good Lord does patiently wait.

So while we’re alive it’s never too early or ever too late,
He knows we’re all human and tempt our own fate.
Every hypocrite one of us,
Contradicting God and ourselves,
We wonder and wander,
And put God on our shelves.

We chase and we scurry,
After God we never hurry.
We mix and we mingle,
We search for a little tingle.
Not ‘til we hear, “Last Call”
Do we run to our Dear Lord,
‘Til that moment time we afford,
We rush to the end of the hall,
To meet God at the door.
Then we walk through with Jesus,
Like we’ve done it before.

But Jesus is kind, forgiving, and doesn’t care,
He’d rather take us right then and take us right there,
He’s simply glad that we decided to come,
The Hell-fire damnation He rescued us from.
He turned and He smiled and said, “It’s never too late...It’s only too late if you’re dead!”


10. MAYBE I’M RACIST AND DON’T KNOW IT
If I’m racist I don’t know it, so if I am go ahead and tell me now.
Parents God Country always spoke to me this way how:
You live in the land of freedom where it’s neither easy nor it’s free.

You live where you’re black or white or red or maybe even all together three,
What’s so different from that mix and God the Holy Trinity!
I’ve never put my knee upon George Floyd’s neck and pushed out all his breath,
I’ve never whipped a slave ‘till bleeding half to death,
But on the other horn, my black friends I can count on one hand,
1 2 3 4 5 and then I’m stumped and done.
Wish I was close to a thousand, but unfortunately close to just one.

If I’m racist I don’t know it, so if I am go ahead and tell me now.
Parents God Country always spoke to me this way how:
You live in the land of freedom where it’s neither easy nor it’s free,

But whether black yellow brown is there any place you’d rather be?
Not everything is racist just because it’s dumb or wrong,
However, one things for sure: Racism has gone on way too long!
Don’t even want to bring up religion or politics,
For fear I’d be labeled a Constitutionalist or worse a heretic.

If I’m racist I don’t know it, so if I am go ahead and tell me now.
Parents God Country always spoke to me, so I say now:
You live in the land of freedom where it’s neither easy nor it’s free,

Don’t insult or attack just let good people be and see,
What we all can do together as lovers and as friends,
Because after God doth judgeth we’ll be together in the end.
Hate is hate no matter white to black or black to white.
So let’s all live together in peace and forget about the fight.
Let’s quit the fixation as to who is wrong and obsess on doing right.
AMEN!

11. THE STRENGTH OF MY COUSIN
My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, she wears a flowing gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

She’s got half a heart,
But a whole brain you can’t outsmart.
Cancer couldn’t overcome her,
Not even when she was a little girl.

My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, she wears a flowing gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

Jesus may be my superhero,
But she’s my Wonder Woman!
She may not have the perfect body,
But she’ll give you a good ass whooping!

My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, she wears a flowing gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

I don’t give a damn who you are, you better not stop and sass.
In a poker game or her wedding dress or gown,
She is one beautiful girly bad ass,
Even in poor health, girl never let the turkeys get her down.

My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, instead the belle a gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

Girl used to live to write when she had no right to live,
So irony is not lost on her,
If she had not one leg but two,
You’d not be alive to tell me if it’s true,
She’d kick your ass and take the life from you.
Never has her fortitude failed me to see,
Unfortunately, for my cousin she’s an amputee,
Her stance is solid whether on one leg or with her crutches three.

19. HEAVEN BOUND OR DOWN
God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or while you sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or send you to Hades down.

“’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’”
Keep that Commandment and you will find,
That you will keep your pure friends at hand
And leave the rest behind.

God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or in your sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or send you to Hades down.

God wants you not to ride with the outlaws,
So as to save you from your unrighteous flaws.
Harken back when your mind does wander to your dark places deep,
And always remind yourself that when the gallows creep. . .

God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or in your sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or send you Hades down.

When Satan doth creep into your soul to offer tangible treasures,
God will never judge you upon your stack of Earthly pleasures.
For mortal metal medals are only Devil tips,
God will assess you on relationships.

God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or in your sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or He’ll never raise you up from underground.





21. A LONELY BOY AND A DOG WITH NO COLLAR
(a/k/a A LONELY BOY’S LOST LOVE)
No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

We all make a mistake with a love that is different,
A mistake that hurts the one that God sent,
But sometimes it’s too late when we repent.
Sometimes we discover love before we grow taller,
Yet the love is still big, not a bit smaller.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

One’s mind always drifts back to first kiss,
But not every first smells like biscuits.
Still jowls can be as tender as young lips
And the soul behind even kinder and pure
Than that behind a princess I’m sure.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

So back to the beginning in order to start to wrap this
Up into a neat little love story package
All with a moral to perfectly match it:
Once upon a time a lonely boy fell in love with a dog,
But she ran away chasing the part of a wheel called a cog.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

Sometimes love fails because of anger or lust,
Sometimes love fails because there’s no trust.
And sometimes love fails because the collar’s a bust.
Yet in conclusion, a bitch’s kiss has the power to turn prince from a frog,
Because God made one thing certain: There’s no purer kiss than from one’s dog.



BB King talking and playing in almost a Johnny-Cash-like manner
22. PRAYING THE BLUES (FROM THE KING)
Tell me son, Have you ever prayed your blues?
My little ebony girl has been praying the blues since she was six.
We been praying the Elkhorn Blues straight on from 1925.
Beaten and bruised, we been crying and praying, praying and crying, bowing and worshiping
The King of Cotton in his dirt field pews reading hymns and signing psalms in our cotton-sack dresses.
All the while praying forgiveness of God’s One Commandment as we slave to our masters’ idol.
So I ask you son, Why don’t you pray the blues?
You play the blues, but I – I prayed the blues.
You know you can play the blues in Hades, but you can only pray the Blues in Heaven!
Now I’m tired, so tired, so quit playing, start praying our discontent.
I’m just gonna lay down for a while and you boy, you pray me the blues. . . .
You go ahead and take my old ebony girl and pray for me – but not for me –
Pray with pain, pray with sorrow, pray with lament, pray with scars, pray with pain, pray with brokenness, pray with shrapnel, pray as the receiver of sins, just pray the injustices of a broken world.
Pray from your soul as I get up and walk away from my slumber and cross back over Highway 413.
I’m gonna go listen to Syrus, but I’m gonna leave my old gal here to pray with you – but on one condition – that you pray the blues with her.


24. SCREW HUE
I don’t wanna be red
I don’t wanna be white
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo (as in “eww-eww”)
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be black
I don’t wanna be brown
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be yellow
I don’t wanna be ‘bino
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be a cracker
I don’t wanna be trash
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be a brother
I don’t wanna be colored
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

What I wanna be is red
And I wanna be white
And I wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
‘Cause it’s one county, not two – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo


25. ONE LESS BOOT ON YOUR THROAT
The world will be okay
As long as there’s one more offer of a helping hand, helping hand on the ladder of life,
Than there is boot on your throat.
As long as there’s one more handshake to track,
Than knife in the back.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

The world will spin on
As long as you sleep with your wife when you lay down your head,
Rather than dream of the neighbor’s and not hear what your wife said.
As long as the team holds the glory more than you, me, or I,
Not the payday stacked taller than Babel is high.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

The moon will continue to circle just fine,
As long as that means keep the bird in the hand
Instead of let the lonely bird stand.
As long as we send smiles from neighbor to neighbor,
Or direct them to Hell for Satan to favor.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

But as I said from the outset, the world will be okay
As long as there’s one more helping hand,
Than there is boot on your throat.
As long as there’s one less Satanic verse,
Than blessings from Jesus when we take a ride in the hearse.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

27. YOU CAN’T PIN IT ON ME
I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

It’s not the crimes that I did that got me convicted.
It’s the suits and the cars and my moon-colored wife.
That put me in the jailhouse from freedom evicted.
Now guiltless behind bars for the rest of my life.
Feet left to pound the concrete for nothing I did.
Due the lawless lawman who planted the knife.

I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

‘Twas before DNA and science all of that stuff
Now decades in prison a black man turned gray.
‘Cause the defender was drunk and talked off the cuff.
Bastard he knew it, didn’t care what to say.
Prepared not question, a word, not nearly enough.
Picked up his paycheck and then drank on the way.

I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

Now that do-gooders have freed me from behind those steel bars,
The time they surrounded me has passed on me fast,
And by God, how do you make reparations for those kind of scars?
I don’t remember being first, but that’s how I ended up last.
You know if it could happen to me it could happen to any old tars,
‘Cause the irony’s think when you had a barrister past.

I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

28. NO LONGER THAN MY ARMS
My wife asked me the other day
Will you still love me when I’m old and gray
To which I did reply, Honey nothing will ever change
That’s love, why the hell does that seem so strange?
And then she did her insecurest best, How ‘bout when my boobs are to my knees?
I just grinned and cocked my head, As long as they’re not lower than both of these (dangling arms straight down in front of him with palms out and fingers wagging)

Has your wife ever asked you shit like this?
About her hips or about her tits.
I’m sure you’ve listened to this on and on,
She’ll even ask you when you’re long gone.
Is my butt too big for these old blue jeans?
Whateverthehell is “fine” supposed to mean!?

My wife asked me the other day
Will you still love me when I’m old and gray
To which I did reply, Honey nothing will ever change
That’s love, why the hell that does seem so strange?
And then she did her insecurest best, How ‘bout when my boobs are to my knees?
I just grinned and cocked my head, As long as they’re not lower than both of these (dangling arms straight down in front of him with palms out and fingers wagging)

As she got older she even once wrote me a note:
Would injections of botox make your boat float?
Now I could not even turn my hearing aids to off
In order to flee her nagging voice that was soft.
Another one said, What if I jacked my boobs up?
If you do that, then make it a D – no Double D – full cup.

My wife asked me the other day
Will you still love me when I’m old and gray
To which I did reply, Honey nothing will ever change
That’s love, why the hell that does seem so strange?
And then she did her insecurest best, How ‘bout when my boobs are to my knees?
I just grinned and cocked my head, As long as they’re not lower than both of these (dangling arms straight down in front of him with palms out and fingers wagging)

But the one I enjoyed almost as much,
Was her question about a baby-belly pouch:
With a nip and a tuck I could take it all in,
It’d take care of all of this extra skin?
And I said, I’m sorry my love, but you appear to be using it all dear.
But before I could gather my thoughts and run out of fear,
She threw my glasses down and ripped my hearing aids out,
Thank the Good Lord I wasn’t even able to see her jump or shout!

30. BAD-EYED BABY’S BEAUTY
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

I asked my girl to marry me,
I was happy when she said “I do.”
I said how ‘bout a baby now – or maybe even two
I’m sure she didn’t see it comin’ – that was anchor baby three.
The girl’s she stuck as stuck as stuck can be
Wrapped and tangled, she’s all balled in my family tree.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

When my girl reunited with her father ‘round the beginning of the century,
He said, Girl you know he’s white as snow, can’t you even see?
No, and I don’t really even care, dad he always been gorgeous to me.
I’ve never said this to no one not even once before
I’m colorblind as ten and ten equals up a score.
I’ll love my ‘bino beauty for ever and ever more.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
By the way, her eyes are baby blue.

31. I LOVE YOU WHEN WE’RE APART
I’m so glad to see you go,
That’s when I love you more than you know.
How can I say this best,
I love you most when I’m out and away.
Ain’t the worst thing to give marriage a rest.
I miss you dearly when I’m gone all day.
Not gonna lie, what else can I say.

I love you when we’re apart,
Just left now and that’s a start,
Your cookin’ ain’t bad, but I love to dine out.
Can’t stand your whine, don’t like your shout.
Makes me feel good when we get to lovin’,
But every damn time a bun end up in the oven.

Gotta go now, my belly is full.
Gotta go now that your hot’s gone cool.
I love you best when we’re apart,
I love you most when I’m out and away.
Had my fill of you, you’re getting’ tart.
I like to hang with you, but I love to play.
I wanna stick around, but I just can’t stay.

I love you when we’re apart,
Just left now and that’s a start,
Your cookin’ ain’t bad, but I love to dine out.
Can’t stand your whine, don’t like your shout.
Makes me feel good when we get to lovin’,
But every damn time a bun end up in the oven.

Just rolled in, but gonna peel out.
Or’s that my stomach turning from eating your ‘kraut?
For us to be soul mates you could never see me.
For us to be soul mates, I couldn’t come home.
If I didn’t drive a tractor trailer I wouldn’t be free.
You’d be in Paris and I’d be in Rome.
I’d take my recliner to the Pantheon dome.

I love you when we’re apart,
Just left now and that’s a start,
Your cookin’ ain’t bad, but I love to dine out.
Can’t stand your whine, don’t like your shout.
Makes me feel good when we get to lovin’,
But every damn time a bun end up in the oven.


Oh look at the time, gotta get on the road,
Get my key to the rig, it’s got a full load.
I really do miss you when I’m out and about;
Wanna come home, but don’t wanna stay long,
‘Cause you start naggin’, then start to pout.
Right after I finish this song gonna get on my route.
Okay 10-4, I’m over and out!

32. OUTTA TIME
Tried a short-cut through town to beat a big rig
Headin’ up a hill, there was a long line.
It passed me, pulled out, then mumbled a dig
So I was no farther ahead no farther behind,
Said to my son I guess I’m just wastin’ time.

When I got home I got changed real fast
But had to wait on my wife and still be kind
Watched the grass grow tall as the time did pass
So I was no farther ahead, now farther behind,
Said to my daughter I guess I’m just wastin’ time.

Got to the ballgame and sat down around eight
Even though it didn’t start ‘til right at nine.
After a rain delay, it began an hour late.
So I was no farther ahead, just fallin’ behind,
Said to my friend I guess I’m just wastin’ time.

Friend dropped me off right after midnight
My misses had been into the wine.
I was tired as hell when she turned off the light
Grinned let’s get to bed, you’re lookin’ fine
Said to my wife let’s not waste any time.

Next morning sippin’ coffee and walkin’ old Gus
Runnin’ a half-moon ahead before down the old mine
Stepped of the curb and got hit by a bus,
Rreaper standin’ over me dead, on my behin’
The doctor he said, that cowboy - he’s outta time.

33. BRIGHT SIDE OF THE BLUES
Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

You can be blue all alone,
You can wail and you can moan.
Don’t need a Sunday best.
Got no lover to put you to the test.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Don’t gotta worry ‘bout your don’ts, only worry about your doos.
Ain’t got no ethos to confuse.
Do whatever you do choose.
Ain’t no other matchin’ hues.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Can’t do not cheatin’ when you’re single.
Don’t have to mix and mingle.
No lover or no friend.
It’s all about you in the end.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Never an anniversary to forget,
Hell, ain’t even met the right girl yet.
No girly broken heart to mend.
That’s why the dog is man’s best friend.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Never bought a wedding ring.
Got endless songs to sing.
Ride your girl back to the stable!
So stay single if you’re able!

34. GOTTA TAKE A RISK TO SING THE BLUES
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

By God I’ll try my best,
Yet never passed that bitchin’ blues love test.
Hey, but when it’s going right,
You’re with your lover every night.
Remember only one wrong don’t make it right,
Only takes but one to start a fight.

Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

Remember when you’re angry don’t hit send,
That’s how “Once Upon a Time” goes from beginning’ to “The End”.
So at the risk of a damaged soul,
Gotta risk that Christmas coal.
But if you get that wintry black,
Don’t ever send it back.
‘Cause boy you can burn it red hot,
When you make up from when you fought.

Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

At the risk of being green,
I think you’re seein’ what I seen.
There ain’t no risk to singin’ white,
Only bigots wear a sheet at night.
You can run from fear and fright,
Or pair a lover black and white.

Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

35. RUNNER-UP
I’ll be runner up before it’s over,
Be lucky to be first in October,
It’ll be our anniversary in December,
I’ll be in the lead by this Octember.
But that’s only if I treat my baby right,
Wrong! I’m the kind that picks a fight.
It ain’t been long since we said I do,
Yet won’t be long before we’re through.

Hope there’s room for me on the porch
Boy you can’t light no fire on a wet torch.
That damn dog is sleepin’ in my bed,
Goin’ for my baby’s silver medal instead.
You’ll never see bronze hangin’ from me.
It’s silver most naturally.
I’m proud as hell with second best.
I’ve got her red ribbon pinned upon my chest.

I’ll be runner up before it’s over,
Be lucky to be first in October,
It’ll be our anniversary in December,
I’ll be in the lead by this Octember.
But that’s only if I treat you right,
Wrong! I’m the kind that picks a fight.
It ain’t been long since we said I do,
Yet won’t be long before we’re through.

Gave her diamonds she says are coal,
Stopped again on fourth and goal.
Pushed the stone to the top of the hill,
I know it roll back down it will.
Feel like the Bills at the Super Bowl,
Always end up in a deep old hole.
Never win but always place,
Guess that’s better than show in any race.

I’ll be runner up before it’s over,
Be lucky to be first in October,
It’ll be our anniversary in December,
I’ll be in the lead by this Octember.
But that’s only if I treat you right,
Wrong! I’m the kind that picks a fight.
It ain’t been long since we said I do,
Yet won’t be long before we’re through.

If I’m wrong, I don’t know what’s right.
Got in another spot real tight.
I finish second with amazing grace,
Got the handsomest radio face.
Baby I’m not altogether bad,
The best second you ever had.
Well maybe I got that wrong,
Might give you eight if you leave it on. . . .

That might get me first in the rodeo,
But I’m still your runner-up you know!
I’m second to only none,
Because I’ve never won.

36. PINSTRIPE BLUE
World Series, Triple Crown, Hall of Fame,
Bronx Bomber stitch no name.
Still lives in Yankee lore,
Quote the baseball writers evermore.
If I had to guess in Heaven,
Even Jesus wears a Seven.

Yet every player plays his last,
And what does happen when it’s passed.
Hits and homers end up done
Eventually him and bottle doth be one.
He broke the records to walk it off;
The bottle break he could not so loft.

World Series, Triple Crown, Hall of Fame,
Bronx Bomber stitch no name.
Still lives in Yankee lore,
Quote the baseball writers evermore.
If I had to guess in Heaven,
Even Jesus wears a Seven.

But sadder yet he raised three imbibers more,
Throw in Merlyn and he knocked in four.
Yet how could he blame her or be mad,
All of his mistresses made her sad.
Across the Brooklyn Bridge he drove her,
Still all the anguish pushed her over.

World Series, Triple Crown, Hall of Fame,
Bronx Bomber stitch no name.
Still lives in Yankee lore,
Quote the baseball writers evermore.
If I had to guess in Heaven,
Even Jesus wears a Seven.

Seven times did seven top the world
But when he last did leave the field,
His blackened pinstripes ran to tears of blue.
By then he had to’ve known his fears were true,
His tortured, foggy past had come
To consume all forward ‘til ‘twas done.

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I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

I asked my girl to marry me,
I was happy when she said “I do.”
I said how ‘bout a baby now – or maybe even two
I’m sure she didn’t see it comin’ – that was anchor baby three.
The girl’s she stuck as stuck as stuck can be
Wrapped and tangled, she’s all balled in my family tree.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

When my girl reunited with her father ‘round the beginning of the century,
He said, Girl you know he’s white as snow, can’t you even see?
No, and I don’t really even care, dad he always been gorgeous to me.
I’ve never said this to no one not even once before
I’m colorblind as ten and ten equals up a score.
I’ll love my ‘bino beauty for ever and ever more.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
By the way, her eyes are baby blue.

30. BAD-EYED BABY’S BEAUTY

Morose, shriveled, twisted, and blue.
The Old Guitarist gently weeped.
Not just a painting but a person had seeped,
Yet not as famous as the one that we know,
The ear-missing Vincent, but the blue of Picasso.

But ask about blue when the guitar is the twist?
Is this not who we dance after a feminine tryst.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The gnarled up artist with blues they both came.

Less famous than both, the subject Casagemas (cass-a-hay-mus)
Died by his own hand on a gun, etched into lore was his name.
A cognitive crash from the promiscuous princess Germaine.
Why not the red spill of blood or a coffinish black?
Why is it blue to which we’re always circling back?

But ask about blue when the guitar is the twist?
Is this not who we dance after a feminine tryst.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The gnarled up artist with blues they both came.

Then from The Old Guitarist Picasso did his deep plunge
Headlong into his Blue Period morosity stress,
Much like VanGogh before him he painted the illness,
He painted the blue vein of humanity wrapped around a guitar.
But his capture even captured it better than Vincent captured the star.

So ask about blue when the guitar is the twist?
I know, this is who we dance after a feminine tryst.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The gnarled up artist with blues they both came.

From gray blue to bright blue and light blue to navy,
Picasso painted the asymmetric scarred nerves of a person you now know,
A person who summoned the feelings and brush strokes of Vincent VanGogh.
Into the studio of Casagemas Picasso retreated to Vincent,
Into the studio to bond people to blues to guitars in an instant.

So I suppose the real point is the intertwining’s the twist?
The love-triangled affair of person, blues, and guitar is the gist.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The painter, the picker, the pallet, the pipa they’re all just a frame.
The soul of the artist gives The Old Blues Guitarist his name.

26. THE OLD (BLUES) GUITARIST (PABLO)


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1. I AIN’T HAD THE BLUES SINCE I FOUND GOD
Almost killed,
Always cried,
Never really lived,
Nearly died...
But one thing’s for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Life was about me,
Lived for I,
Never was the Jedi,
Coming from the Darkside...
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Then I found a love,
But still had hate,
Found enough of glory,
Or was it just too late?
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Had a couple kids,
Then one more,
Began to see the light,
Was God the cure?
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Didn’t sleep a week,
Then one day longer,
Shouted out “Lord,
Make me stronger.”
Now one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Blues gone white,
Now when I Rest In Peace,
I can spend eternity
And never sleep.
Now one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

When life gets rough,
Good God carries me.
Love my wife
Who led me to thee.
Now more than ever, one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Thanks be to God,
Thanks be to wife.
Direction to heaven
And eternal life.
Now and forever, one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

That’s my story...
To God all the glory!
AMEN!


4. IT’S ONLY TOO LATE IF YOU’RE DEAD
Someone apologized to me once for the late night call,
But I told her, “It’s never too late...It’s only too late if I’m dead!”
You see Jesus invited us to the eternal party,
And I don’t think He cares if we’re late,
He just wants us to show up before we’re dead,
Because God’s grace is always on time as The Good Lord does patiently wait.

So while we’re alive it’s never too early or ever too late,
He knows we’re all human and tempt our own fate.
Every hypocrite one of us,
Contradicting God and ourselves,
We wonder and wander,
And put God on our shelves.

We chase and we scurry,
After God we never hurry.
We mix and we mingle,
We search for a little tingle.
Not ‘til we hear, “Last Call”
Do we run to our Dear Lord,
‘Til that moment time we afford,
We rush to the end of the hall,
To meet God at the door.
Then we walk through with Jesus,
Like we’ve done it before.

But Jesus is kind, forgiving, and doesn’t care,
He’d rather take us right then and take us right there,
He’s simply glad that we decided to come,
The Hell-fire damnation He rescued us from.
He turned and He smiled and said, “It’s never too late...It’s only too late if you’re dead!”


10. MAYBE I’M RACIST AND DON’T KNOW IT
If I’m racist I don’t know it, so if I am go ahead and tell me now.
Parents God Country always spoke to me this way how:
You live in the land of freedom where it’s neither easy nor it’s free.

You live where you’re black or white or red or maybe even all together three,
What’s so different from that mix and God the Holy Trinity!
I’ve never put my knee upon George Floyd’s neck and pushed out all his breath,
I’ve never whipped a slave ‘till bleeding half to death,
But on the other horn, my black friends I can count on one hand,
1 2 3 4 5 and then I’m stumped and done.
Wish I was close to a thousand, but unfortunately close to just one.

If I’m racist I don’t know it, so if I am go ahead and tell me now.
Parents God Country always spoke to me this way how:
You live in the land of freedom where it’s neither easy nor it’s free,

But whether black yellow brown is there any place you’d rather be?
Not everything is racist just because it’s dumb or wrong,
However, one things for sure: Racism has gone on way too long!
Don’t even want to bring up religion or politics,
For fear I’d be labeled a Constitutionalist or worse a heretic.

If I’m racist I don’t know it, so if I am go ahead and tell me now.
Parents God Country always spoke to me, so I say now:
You live in the land of freedom where it’s neither easy nor it’s free,

Don’t insult or attack just let good people be and see,
What we all can do together as lovers and as friends,
Because after God doth judgeth we’ll be together in the end.
Hate is hate no matter white to black or black to white.
So let’s all live together in peace and forget about the fight.
Let’s quit the fixation as to who is wrong and obsess on doing right.
AMEN!

11. THE STRENGTH OF MY COUSIN
My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, she wears a flowing gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

She’s got half a heart,
But a whole brain you can’t outsmart.
Cancer couldn’t overcome her,
Not even when she was a little girl.

My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, she wears a flowing gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

Jesus may be my superhero,
But she’s my Wonder Woman!
She may not have the perfect body,
But she’ll give you a good ass whooping!

My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, she wears a flowing gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

I don’t give a damn who you are, you better not stop and sass.
In a poker game or her wedding dress or gown,
She is one beautiful girly bad ass,
Even in poor health, girl never let the turkeys get her down.

My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, instead the belle a gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

Girl used to live to write when she had no right to live,
So irony is not lost on her,
If she had not one leg but two,
You’d not be alive to tell me if it’s true,
She’d kick your ass and take the life from you.
Never has her fortitude failed me to see,
Unfortunately, for my cousin she’s an amputee,
Her stance is solid whether on one leg or with her crutches three.

19. HEAVEN BOUND OR DOWN
God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or while you sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or send you to Hades down.

“’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’”
Keep that Commandment and you will find,
That you will keep your pure friends at hand
And leave the rest behind.

God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or in your sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or send you to Hades down.

God wants you not to ride with the outlaws,
So as to save you from your unrighteous flaws.
Harken back when your mind does wander to your dark places deep,
And always remind yourself that when the gallows creep. . .

God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or in your sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or send you Hades down.

When Satan doth creep into your soul to offer tangible treasures,
God will never judge you upon your stack of Earthly pleasures.
For mortal metal medals are only Devil tips,
God will assess you on relationships.

God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or in your sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or He’ll never raise you up from underground.





21. A LONELY BOY AND A DOG WITH NO COLLAR
(a/k/a A LONELY BOY’S LOST LOVE)
No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

We all make a mistake with a love that is different,
A mistake that hurts the one that God sent,
But sometimes it’s too late when we repent.
Sometimes we discover love before we grow taller,
Yet the love is still big, not a bit smaller.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

One’s mind always drifts back to first kiss,
But not every first smells like biscuits.
Still jowls can be as tender as young lips
And the soul behind even kinder and pure
Than that behind a princess I’m sure.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

So back to the beginning in order to start to wrap this
Up into a neat little love story package
All with a moral to perfectly match it:
Once upon a time a lonely boy fell in love with a dog,
But she ran away chasing the part of a wheel called a cog.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

Sometimes love fails because of anger or lust,
Sometimes love fails because there’s no trust.
And sometimes love fails because the collar’s a bust.
Yet in conclusion, a bitch’s kiss has the power to turn prince from a frog,
Because God made one thing certain: There’s no purer kiss than from one’s dog.



BB King talking and playing in almost a Johnny-Cash-like manner
22. PRAYING THE BLUES (FROM THE KING)
Tell me son, Have you ever prayed your blues?
My little ebony girl has been praying the blues since she was six.
We been praying the Elkhorn Blues straight on from 1925.
Beaten and bruised, we been crying and praying, praying and crying, bowing and worshiping
The King of Cotton in his dirt field pews reading hymns and signing psalms in our cotton-sack dresses.
All the while praying forgiveness of God’s One Commandment as we slave to our masters’ idol.
So I ask you son, Why don’t you pray the blues?
You play the blues, but I – I prayed the blues.
You know you can play the blues in Hades, but you can only pray the Blues in Heaven!
Now I’m tired, so tired, so quit playing, start praying our discontent.
I’m just gonna lay down for a while and you boy, you pray me the blues. . . .
You go ahead and take my old ebony girl and pray for me – but not for me –
Pray with pain, pray with sorrow, pray with lament, pray with scars, pray with pain, pray with brokenness, pray with shrapnel, pray as the receiver of sins, just pray the injustices of a broken world.
Pray from your soul as I get up and walk away from my slumber and cross back over Highway 413.
I’m gonna go listen to Syrus, but I’m gonna leave my old gal here to pray with you – but on one condition – that you pray the blues with her.


24. SCREW HUE
I don’t wanna be red
I don’t wanna be white
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo (as in “eww-eww”)
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be black
I don’t wanna be brown
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be yellow
I don’t wanna be ‘bino
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be a cracker
I don’t wanna be trash
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be a brother
I don’t wanna be colored
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

What I wanna be is red
And I wanna be white
And I wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
‘Cause it’s one county, not two – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo


25. ONE LESS BOOT ON YOUR THROAT
The world will be okay
As long as there’s one more offer of a helping hand, helping hand on the ladder of life,
Than there is boot on your throat.
As long as there’s one more handshake to track,
Than knife in the back.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

The world will spin on
As long as you sleep with your wife when you lay down your head,
Rather than dream of the neighbor’s and not hear what your wife said.
As long as the team holds the glory more than you, me, or I,
Not the payday stacked taller than Babel is high.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

The moon will continue to circle just fine,
As long as that means keep the bird in the hand
Instead of let the lonely bird stand.
As long as we send smiles from neighbor to neighbor,
Or direct them to Hell for Satan to favor.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

But as I said from the outset, the world will be okay
As long as there’s one more helping hand,
Than there is boot on your throat.
As long as there’s one less Satanic verse,
Than blessings from Jesus when we take a ride in the hearse.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

27. YOU CAN’T PIN IT ON ME
I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

It’s not the crimes that I did that got me convicted.
It’s the suits and the cars and my moon-colored wife.
That put me in the jailhouse from freedom evicted.
Now guiltless behind bars for the rest of my life.
Feet left to pound the concrete for nothing I did.
Due the lawless lawman who planted the knife.

I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

‘Twas before DNA and science all of that stuff
Now decades in prison a black man turned gray.
‘Cause the defender was drunk and talked off the cuff.
Bastard he knew it, didn’t care what to say.
Prepared not question, a word, not nearly enough.
Picked up his paycheck and then drank on the way.

I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

Now that do-gooders have freed me from behind those steel bars,
The time they surrounded me has passed on me fast,
And by God, how do you make reparations for those kind of scars?
I don’t remember being first, but that’s how I ended up last.
You know if it could happen to me it could happen to any old tars,
‘Cause the irony’s think when you had a barrister past.

I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

28. NO LONGER THAN MY ARMS
My wife asked me the other day
Will you still love me when I’m old and gray
To which I did reply, Honey nothing will ever change
That’s love, why the hell does that seem so strange?
And then she did her insecurest best, How ‘bout when my boobs are to my knees?
I just grinned and cocked my head, As long as they’re not lower than both of these (dangling arms straight down in front of him with palms out and fingers wagging)

Has your wife ever asked you shit like this?
About her hips or about her tits.
I’m sure you’ve listened to this on and on,
She’ll even ask you when you’re long gone.
Is my butt too big for these old blue jeans?
Whateverthehell is “fine” supposed to mean!?

My wife asked me the other day
Will you still love me when I’m old and gray
To which I did reply, Honey nothing will ever change
That’s love, why the hell that does seem so strange?
And then she did her insecurest best, How ‘bout when my boobs are to my knees?
I just grinned and cocked my head, As long as they’re not lower than both of these (dangling arms straight down in front of him with palms out and fingers wagging)

As she got older she even once wrote me a note:
Would injections of botox make your boat float?
Now I could not even turn my hearing aids to off
In order to flee her nagging voice that was soft.
Another one said, What if I jacked my boobs up?
If you do that, then make it a D – no Double D – full cup.

My wife asked me the other day
Will you still love me when I’m old and gray
To which I did reply, Honey nothing will ever change
That’s love, why the hell that does seem so strange?
And then she did her insecurest best, How ‘bout when my boobs are to my knees?
I just grinned and cocked my head, As long as they’re not lower than both of these (dangling arms straight down in front of him with palms out and fingers wagging)

But the one I enjoyed almost as much,
Was her question about a baby-belly pouch:
With a nip and a tuck I could take it all in,
It’d take care of all of this extra skin?
And I said, I’m sorry my love, but you appear to be using it all dear.
But before I could gather my thoughts and run out of fear,
She threw my glasses down and ripped my hearing aids out,
Thank the Good Lord I wasn’t even able to see her jump or shout!

30. BAD-EYED BABY’S BEAUTY
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

I asked my girl to marry me,
I was happy when she said “I do.”
I said how ‘bout a baby now – or maybe even two
I’m sure she didn’t see it comin’ – that was anchor baby three.
The girl’s she stuck as stuck as stuck can be
Wrapped and tangled, she’s all balled in my family tree.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

When my girl reunited with her father ‘round the beginning of the century,
He said, Girl you know he’s white as snow, can’t you even see?
No, and I don’t really even care, dad he always been gorgeous to me.
I’ve never said this to no one not even once before
I’m colorblind as ten and ten equals up a score.
I’ll love my ‘bino beauty for ever and ever more.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
By the way, her eyes are baby blue.

31. I LOVE YOU WHEN WE’RE APART
I’m so glad to see you go,
That’s when I love you more than you know.
How can I say this best,
I love you most when I’m out and away.
Ain’t the worst thing to give marriage a rest.
I miss you dearly when I’m gone all day.
Not gonna lie, what else can I say.

I love you when we’re apart,
Just left now and that’s a start,
Your cookin’ ain’t bad, but I love to dine out.
Can’t stand your whine, don’t like your shout.
Makes me feel good when we get to lovin’,
But every damn time a bun end up in the oven.

Gotta go now, my belly is full.
Gotta go now that your hot’s gone cool.
I love you best when we’re apart,
I love you most when I’m out and away.
Had my fill of you, you’re getting’ tart.
I like to hang with you, but I love to play.
I wanna stick around, but I just can’t stay.

I love you when we’re apart,
Just left now and that’s a start,
Your cookin’ ain’t bad, but I love to dine out.
Can’t stand your whine, don’t like your shout.
Makes me feel good when we get to lovin’,
But every damn time a bun end up in the oven.

Just rolled in, but gonna peel out.
Or’s that my stomach turning from eating your ‘kraut?
For us to be soul mates you could never see me.
For us to be soul mates, I couldn’t come home.
If I didn’t drive a tractor trailer I wouldn’t be free.
You’d be in Paris and I’d be in Rome.
I’d take my recliner to the Pantheon dome.

I love you when we’re apart,
Just left now and that’s a start,
Your cookin’ ain’t bad, but I love to dine out.
Can’t stand your whine, don’t like your shout.
Makes me feel good when we get to lovin’,
But every damn time a bun end up in the oven.


Oh look at the time, gotta get on the road,
Get my key to the rig, it’s got a full load.
I really do miss you when I’m out and about;
Wanna come home, but don’t wanna stay long,
‘Cause you start naggin’, then start to pout.
Right after I finish this song gonna get on my route.
Okay 10-4, I’m over and out!

32. OUTTA TIME
Tried a short-cut through town to beat a big rig
Headin’ up a hill, there was a long line.
It passed me, pulled out, then mumbled a dig
So I was no farther ahead no farther behind,
Said to my son I guess I’m just wastin’ time.

When I got home I got changed real fast
But had to wait on my wife and still be kind
Watched the grass grow tall as the time did pass
So I was no farther ahead, now farther behind,
Said to my daughter I guess I’m just wastin’ time.

Got to the ballgame and sat down around eight
Even though it didn’t start ‘til right at nine.
After a rain delay, it began an hour late.
So I was no farther ahead, just fallin’ behind,
Said to my friend I guess I’m just wastin’ time.

Friend dropped me off right after midnight
My misses had been into the wine.
I was tired as hell when she turned off the light
Grinned let’s get to bed, you’re lookin’ fine
Said to my wife let’s not waste any time.

Next morning sippin’ coffee and walkin’ old Gus
Runnin’ a half-moon ahead before down the old mine
Stepped of the curb and got hit by a bus,
Rreaper standin’ over me dead, on my behin’
The doctor he said, that cowboy - he’s outta time.

33. BRIGHT SIDE OF THE BLUES
Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

You can be blue all alone,
You can wail and you can moan.
Don’t need a Sunday best.
Got no lover to put you to the test.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Don’t gotta worry ‘bout your don’ts, only worry about your doos.
Ain’t got no ethos to confuse.
Do whatever you do choose.
Ain’t no other matchin’ hues.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Can’t do not cheatin’ when you’re single.
Don’t have to mix and mingle.
No lover or no friend.
It’s all about you in the end.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Never an anniversary to forget,
Hell, ain’t even met the right girl yet.
No girly broken heart to mend.
That’s why the dog is man’s best friend.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Never bought a wedding ring.
Got endless songs to sing.
Ride your girl back to the stable!
So stay single if you’re able!

34. GOTTA TAKE A RISK TO SING THE BLUES
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

By God I’ll try my best,
Yet never passed that bitchin’ blues love test.
Hey, but when it’s going right,
You’re with your lover every night.
Remember only one wrong don’t make it right,
Only takes but one to start a fight.

Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

Remember when you’re angry don’t hit send,
That’s how “Once Upon a Time” goes from beginning’ to “The End”.
So at the risk of a damaged soul,
Gotta risk that Christmas coal.
But if you get that wintry black,
Don’t ever send it back.
‘Cause boy you can burn it red hot,
When you make up from when you fought.

Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

At the risk of being green,
I think you’re seein’ what I seen.
There ain’t no risk to singin’ white,
Only bigots wear a sheet at night.
You can run from fear and fright,
Or pair a lover black and white.

Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

35. RUNNER-UP
I’ll be runner up before it’s over,
Be lucky to be first in October,
It’ll be our anniversary in December,
I’ll be in the lead by this Octember.
But that’s only if I treat my baby right,
Wrong! I’m the kind that picks a fight.
It ain’t been long since we said I do,
Yet won’t be long before we’re through.

Hope there’s room for me on the porch
Boy you can’t light no fire on a wet torch.
That damn dog is sleepin’ in my bed,
Goin’ for my baby’s silver medal instead.
You’ll never see bronze hangin’ from me.
It’s silver most naturally.
I’m proud as hell with second best.
I’ve got her red ribbon pinned upon my chest.

I’ll be runner up before it’s over,
Be lucky to be first in October,
It’ll be our anniversary in December,
I’ll be in the lead by this Octember.
But that’s only if I treat you right,
Wrong! I’m the kind that picks a fight.
It ain’t been long since we said I do,
Yet won’t be long before we’re through.

Gave her diamonds she says are coal,
Stopped again on fourth and goal.
Pushed the stone to the top of the hill,
I know it roll back down it will.
Feel like the Bills at the Super Bowl,
Always end up in a deep old hole.
Never win but always place,
Guess that’s better than show in any race.

I’ll be runner up before it’s over,
Be lucky to be first in October,
It’ll be our anniversary in December,
I’ll be in the lead by this Octember.
But that’s only if I treat you right,
Wrong! I’m the kind that picks a fight.
It ain’t been long since we said I do,
Yet won’t be long before we’re through.

If I’m wrong, I don’t know what’s right.
Got in another spot real tight.
I finish second with amazing grace,
Got the handsomest radio face.
Baby I’m not altogether bad,
The best second you ever had.
Well maybe I got that wrong,
Might give you eight if you leave it on. . . .

That might get me first in the rodeo,
But I’m still your runner-up you know!
I’m second to only none,
Because I’ve never won.

36. PINSTRIPE BLUE
World Series, Triple Crown, Hall of Fame,
Bronx Bomber stitch no name.
Still lives in Yankee lore,
Quote the baseball writers evermore.
If I had to guess in Heaven,
Even Jesus wears a Seven.

Yet every player plays his last,
And what does happen when it’s passed.
Hits and homers end up done
Eventually him and bottle doth be one.
He broke the records to walk it off;
The bottle break he could not so loft.

World Series, Triple Crown, Hall of Fame,
Bronx Bomber stitch no name.
Still lives in Yankee lore,
Quote the baseball writers evermore.
If I had to guess in Heaven,
Even Jesus wears a Seven.

But sadder yet he raised three imbibers more,
Throw in Merlyn and he knocked in four.
Yet how could he blame her or be mad,
All of his mistresses made her sad.
Across the Brooklyn Bridge he drove her,
Still all the anguish pushed her over.

World Series, Triple Crown, Hall of Fame,
Bronx Bomber stitch no name.
Still lives in Yankee lore,
Quote the baseball writers evermore.
If I had to guess in Heaven,
Even Jesus wears a Seven.

Seven times did seven top the world
But when he last did leave the field,
His blackened pinstripes ran to tears of blue.
By then he had to’ve known his fears were true,
His tortured, foggy past had come
To consume all forward ‘til ‘twas done.

Blues Lyrics Portfolio

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

I asked my girl to marry me,
I was happy when she said “I do.”
I said how ‘bout a baby now – or maybe even two
I’m sure she didn’t see it comin’ – that was anchor baby three.
The girl’s she stuck as stuck as stuck can be
Wrapped and tangled, she’s all balled in my family tree.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

When my girl reunited with her father ‘round the beginning of the century,
He said, Girl you know he’s white as snow, can’t you even see?
No, and I don’t really even care, dad he always been gorgeous to me.
I’ve never said this to no one not even once before
I’m colorblind as ten and ten equals up a score.
I’ll love my ‘bino beauty for ever and ever more.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
By the way, her eyes are baby blue.

30. BAD-EYED BABY’S BEAUTY

Morose, shriveled, twisted, and blue.
The Old Guitarist gently weeped.
Not just a painting but a person had seeped,
Yet not as famous as the one that we know,
The ear-missing Vincent, but the blue of Picasso.

But ask about blue when the guitar is the twist?
Is this not who we dance after a feminine tryst.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The gnarled up artist with blues they both came.

Less famous than both, the subject Casagemas (cass-a-hay-mus)
Died by his own hand on a gun, etched into lore was his name.
A cognitive crash from the promiscuous princess Germaine.
Why not the red spill of blood or a coffinish black?
Why is it blue to which we’re always circling back?

But ask about blue when the guitar is the twist?
Is this not who we dance after a feminine tryst.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The gnarled up artist with blues they both came.

Then from The Old Guitarist Picasso did his deep plunge
Headlong into his Blue Period morosity stress,
Much like VanGogh before him he painted the illness,
He painted the blue vein of humanity wrapped around a guitar.
But his capture even captured it better than Vincent captured the star.

So ask about blue when the guitar is the twist?
I know, this is who we dance after a feminine tryst.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The gnarled up artist with blues they both came.

From gray blue to bright blue and light blue to navy,
Picasso painted the asymmetric scarred nerves of a person you now know,
A person who summoned the feelings and brush strokes of Vincent VanGogh.
Into the studio of Casagemas Picasso retreated to Vincent,
Into the studio to bond people to blues to guitars in an instant.

So I suppose the real point is the intertwining’s the twist?
The love-triangled affair of person, blues, and guitar is the gist.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The painter, the picker, the pallet, the pipa they’re all just a frame.
The soul of the artist gives The Old Blues Guitarist his name.

26. THE OLD (BLUES) GUITARIST (PABLO)

Until I met you, I never realized that there’s so much that hasn’t been said before.
Until I met you, I never knew the things that I hadn’t thought before.
Until I met you, I thought it was all cliché.
Until I met you, I thought of myself part of the night and all of the day.
Until I met you, I never thought of this song I could play.

Now that I’ve met you, I swim in the valleys and run up the mountains,
Now that I’ve met you, you make miracles pour out like fountains,
Now that I’ve met you, I know what I can’t take with me,
Now that I’ve met you, you showed I could make memories eternally.
Now that I’ve met you, please don’t ever set my soul free.

Until I met you, I never realized that there’s so much that hasn’t been said before.
Until I met you, I never knew the things that I hadn’t thought before.
Until I met you, I thought it was all cliché.
Until I met you, I thought of myself part of the night and all of the day.
Until I met you, I never thought of this song I could play.

Now that we’re together, I’m only half-there when we’re apart,
Now that we’re together, you make at least twice as smart.
Now that we’re together, I know where I’d be without you.
Now that we’re together, my black hurt makes your feelings blue.
Now that we’re together, I don’t have to match my prison orange, too.

Until I met you, I never realized that there’s so much that hasn’t been said before.
Until I met you, I never knew the things that I hadn’t thought before.
Until I met you, I thought it was all cliché.
Until I met you, I thought of myself part of the night and all of the day.
Until I met you, I never thought of this song I could play.

Now that we’re apart, all of my hurts and feelings are unique.
Now that we’re apart, I’ll never ever reach my personal peak.
Now that we’re apart, I’ve forgotten what I can do.
Now that we’re apart, all of my feelings thought to be false are once again true.
Now that we’re apart, I may never find my way back to a pew.

Until I met you, I never realized that there’s so much that hasn’t been said before.
Until I met you, I never knew all of the things that I hadn’t thought before.
Until I met you, I never thought I could use unique twice.
Until I met you, but split us apart, then put back together we’re unique thrice.
Until I met you, I’ve done unto others – but this is the first time it’s nice!

23. SO MUCH THAT HASN’T BEEN SAID BEFORE (FOR GOD OR LIZ)

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

We all make a mistake with a love that is different,
A mistake that hurts the one that God sent,
But sometimes it’s too late when we repent.
Sometimes we discover love before we grow taller,
Yet the love is still big, not a bit smaller.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

One’s mind always drifts back to first kiss,
But not every first smells like biscuits.
Still jowls can be as tender as young lips
And the soul behind even kinder and pure
Than that behind a princess I’m sure.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

So back to the beginning in order to start to wrap this
Up into a neat little love story package
All with a moral to perfectly match it:
Once upon a time a lonely boy fell in love with a dog,
But she ran away chasing the part of a wheel called a cog.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

Sometimes love fails because of anger or lust,
Sometimes love fails because there’s no trust.
And sometimes love fails because the collar’s a bust.
Yet in conclusion, a bitch’s kiss has the power to turn prince from a frog,
Because God made one thing certain: There’s no purer kiss than from one’s dog.

21. A LONELY BOY AND A DOG WITH NO COLLAR (a/k/a A LONELY BOY’S LOST LOVE)

Tell me son, Have you ever prayed your blues?
My little ebony girl has been praying the blues since she was six.
We been praying the Elkhorn Blues straight on from 1925.
Beaten and bruised, we been crying and praying, praying and crying, bowing and worshiping
The King of Cotton in his dirt pews signing hymns and reading psalms in our cotton-sack
dresses.
All the while praying forgiveness of God’s One Commandment as we slave to our masters’ idol.
So I ask you son, Why don’t you pray the blues?
You play the blues, but I – I prayed the blues.
You know you can play the blues in Hades, but you can only pray the Blues in Heaven!
Now I’m tired, so tired, so quit playing, start praying our discontent.
I’m just gonna lay down for a while and you boy, you pray me the blues. . . .
You go ahead and take my old ebony girl and pray for me – but not for me –
Pray with pain, pray with sorrow, pray with lament, pray with scars, pray with brokenness, pray
with shrapnel, pray as the receiver of sins, just pray the injustices of a broken world.
Pray from your soul as I get up and walk away from my slumber and cross back over Highway
413.
I’m gonna go listen to Syrus, but I’m gonna leave my old gal here with you – but on one
condition – that you pray the blues with her.

Praying the Blues (from the King)

Grace is God Redeeming And Cleansing Everyone.
Sayeth Timothy: Who hath saved us, and called us with an holy calling, not according to our works, but according to his own purpose and grace, which was given us in Christ Jesus before the world began. (2 Timothy 1:9)

Grace is Guaranteeing Repentance Amid Crowning Extrication.
Sayeth Matthew: For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. (Matthew 6:14)

Grace is Giving Redemption Away Creating Eternity.
Sayeth Paul: For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast. (Ephesians 2:8-9)

Grace is God Restoring All Crippled Emotions.
Sayeth Isaiah: Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon. (Isaiah 55:7)

Grace is God Relieving And Calming Excruciation.
Sayeth Jeremiah: Return, thou backsliding Israel, saith the Lord; and I will not cause mine anger to fall upon you: for I am merciful, saith the Lord, and I will not keep anger for ever. (Jeremiah 3:12b)

Grace is God Raising And Curing Eternally.
Sayeth David: The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy. (Psalm 103:8)

Grace is anything that God wants it to be.
Grace is everything God’s sheep need it to be.
Grace stretches as far as Jesus can see.
Grace is the path to Hell ending in heavenly fee.

G.R.A.C.E.

Almost killed,
Always cried,
Never really lived,
Nearly died...
But one thing’s for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Life was about me,
Lived for I,
Never was the Jedi,
Coming from the Darkside...
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Then I found a love,
But still had hate,
Found enough of glory,
Or was it just too late?
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Had a couple kids,
Then one more,
Began to see the light,
Was God the cure?
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Didn’t sleep a week,
Then one day longer,
Shouted out “Lord,
Make me stronger.”
Now one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Blues gone white,
Now when I Rest In Peace,
I can spend eternity
And never sleep.
Now one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

When life gets rough,
Good God carries me.
Love my wife
Who led me to thee.
Now more than ever, one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Thanks be to God,
Thanks be to wife.
Direction to heaven
And eternal life.
Now and forever, one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

That’s my story...
To God all the glory!
AMEN!

I AIN’T HAD THE BLUES SINCE I FOUND GOD

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1. I AIN’T HAD THE BLUES SINCE I FOUND GOD
Almost killed,
Always cried,
Never really lived,
Nearly died...
But one thing’s for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Life was about me,
Lived for I,
Never was the Jedi,
Coming from the Darkside...
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Then I found a love,
But still had hate,
Found enough of glory,
Or was it just too late?
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Had a couple kids,
Then one more,
Began to see the light,
Was God the cure?
But one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Didn’t sleep a week,
Then one day longer,
Shouted out “Lord,
Make me stronger.”
Now one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Blues gone white,
Now when I Rest In Peace,
I can spend eternity
And never sleep.
Now one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

When life gets rough,
Good God carries me.
Love my wife
Who led me to thee.
Now more than ever, one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

Thanks be to God,
Thanks be to wife.
Direction to heaven
And eternal life.
Now and forever, one things for sure,
I ain’t had the blues since I found God.

That’s my story...
To God all the glory!
AMEN!


4. IT’S ONLY TOO LATE IF YOU’RE DEAD
Someone apologized to me once for the late night call,
But I told her, “It’s never too late...It’s only too late if I’m dead!”
You see Jesus invited us to the eternal party,
And I don’t think He cares if we’re late,
He just wants us to show up before we’re dead,
Because God’s grace is always on time as The Good Lord does patiently wait.

So while we’re alive it’s never too early or ever too late,
He knows we’re all human and tempt our own fate.
Every hypocrite one of us,
Contradicting God and ourselves,
We wonder and wander,
And put God on our shelves.

We chase and we scurry,
After God we never hurry.
We mix and we mingle,
We search for a little tingle.
Not ‘til we hear, “Last Call”
Do we run to our Dear Lord,
‘Til that moment time we afford,
We rush to the end of the hall,
To meet God at the door.
Then we walk through with Jesus,
Like we’ve done it before.

But Jesus is kind, forgiving, and doesn’t care,
He’d rather take us right then and take us right there,
He’s simply glad that we decided to come,
The Hell-fire damnation He rescued us from.
He turned and He smiled and said, “It’s never too late...It’s only too late if you’re dead!”


10. MAYBE I’M RACIST AND DON’T KNOW IT
If I’m racist I don’t know it, so if I am go ahead and tell me now.
Parents God Country always spoke to me this way how:
You live in the land of freedom where it’s neither easy nor it’s free.

You live where you’re black or white or red or maybe even all together three,
What’s so different from that mix and God the Holy Trinity!
I’ve never put my knee upon George Floyd’s neck and pushed out all his breath,
I’ve never whipped a slave ‘till bleeding half to death,
But on the other horn, my black friends I can count on one hand,
1 2 3 4 5 and then I’m stumped and done.
Wish I was close to a thousand, but unfortunately close to just one.

If I’m racist I don’t know it, so if I am go ahead and tell me now.
Parents God Country always spoke to me this way how:
You live in the land of freedom where it’s neither easy nor it’s free,

But whether black yellow brown is there any place you’d rather be?
Not everything is racist just because it’s dumb or wrong,
However, one things for sure: Racism has gone on way too long!
Don’t even want to bring up religion or politics,
For fear I’d be labeled a Constitutionalist or worse a heretic.

If I’m racist I don’t know it, so if I am go ahead and tell me now.
Parents God Country always spoke to me, so I say now:
You live in the land of freedom where it’s neither easy nor it’s free,

Don’t insult or attack just let good people be and see,
What we all can do together as lovers and as friends,
Because after God doth judgeth we’ll be together in the end.
Hate is hate no matter white to black or black to white.
So let’s all live together in peace and forget about the fight.
Let’s quit the fixation as to who is wrong and obsess on doing right.
AMEN!

11. THE STRENGTH OF MY COUSIN
My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, she wears a flowing gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

She’s got half a heart,
But a whole brain you can’t outsmart.
Cancer couldn’t overcome her,
Not even when she was a little girl.

My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, she wears a flowing gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

Jesus may be my superhero,
But she’s my Wonder Woman!
She may not have the perfect body,
But she’ll give you a good ass whooping!

My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, she wears a flowing gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

I don’t give a damn who you are, you better not stop and sass.
In a poker game or her wedding dress or gown,
She is one beautiful girly bad ass,
Even in poor health, girl never let the turkeys get her down.

My cousin would kick your ass,
Not slow at all, would be real fast.
He doesn’t wear a cowboy hat, instead the belle a gown.
No punches thrown she’ll kick you, knock you down!

Girl used to live to write when she had no right to live,
So irony is not lost on her,
If she had not one leg but two,
You’d not be alive to tell me if it’s true,
She’d kick your ass and take the life from you.
Never has her fortitude failed me to see,
Unfortunately, for my cousin she’s an amputee,
Her stance is solid whether on one leg or with her crutches three.

19. HEAVEN BOUND OR DOWN
God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or while you sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or send you to Hades down.

“’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’”
Keep that Commandment and you will find,
That you will keep your pure friends at hand
And leave the rest behind.

God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or in your sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or send you to Hades down.

God wants you not to ride with the outlaws,
So as to save you from your unrighteous flaws.
Harken back when your mind does wander to your dark places deep,
And always remind yourself that when the gallows creep. . .

God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or in your sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or send you Hades down.

When Satan doth creep into your soul to offer tangible treasures,
God will never judge you upon your stack of Earthly pleasures.
For mortal metal medals are only Devil tips,
God will assess you on relationships.

God will judge you by the company that you keep.
Whether awake or in your sleep.
He’ll lift you Heaven bound,
Or He’ll never raise you up from underground.





21. A LONELY BOY AND A DOG WITH NO COLLAR
(a/k/a A LONELY BOY’S LOST LOVE)
No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

We all make a mistake with a love that is different,
A mistake that hurts the one that God sent,
But sometimes it’s too late when we repent.
Sometimes we discover love before we grow taller,
Yet the love is still big, not a bit smaller.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

One’s mind always drifts back to first kiss,
But not every first smells like biscuits.
Still jowls can be as tender as young lips
And the soul behind even kinder and pure
Than that behind a princess I’m sure.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

So back to the beginning in order to start to wrap this
Up into a neat little love story package
All with a moral to perfectly match it:
Once upon a time a lonely boy fell in love with a dog,
But she ran away chasing the part of a wheel called a cog.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

Sometimes love fails because of anger or lust,
Sometimes love fails because there’s no trust.
And sometimes love fails because the collar’s a bust.
Yet in conclusion, a bitch’s kiss has the power to turn prince from a frog,
Because God made one thing certain: There’s no purer kiss than from one’s dog.



BB King talking and playing in almost a Johnny-Cash-like manner
22. PRAYING THE BLUES (FROM THE KING)
Tell me son, Have you ever prayed your blues?
My little ebony girl has been praying the blues since she was six.
We been praying the Elkhorn Blues straight on from 1925.
Beaten and bruised, we been crying and praying, praying and crying, bowing and worshiping
The King of Cotton in his dirt field pews reading hymns and signing psalms in our cotton-sack dresses.
All the while praying forgiveness of God’s One Commandment as we slave to our masters’ idol.
So I ask you son, Why don’t you pray the blues?
You play the blues, but I – I prayed the blues.
You know you can play the blues in Hades, but you can only pray the Blues in Heaven!
Now I’m tired, so tired, so quit playing, start praying our discontent.
I’m just gonna lay down for a while and you boy, you pray me the blues. . . .
You go ahead and take my old ebony girl and pray for me – but not for me –
Pray with pain, pray with sorrow, pray with lament, pray with scars, pray with pain, pray with brokenness, pray with shrapnel, pray as the receiver of sins, just pray the injustices of a broken world.
Pray from your soul as I get up and walk away from my slumber and cross back over Highway 413.
I’m gonna go listen to Syrus, but I’m gonna leave my old gal here to pray with you – but on one condition – that you pray the blues with her.


24. SCREW HUE
I don’t wanna be red
I don’t wanna be white
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo (as in “eww-eww”)
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be black
I don’t wanna be brown
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be yellow
I don’t wanna be ‘bino
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be a cracker
I don’t wanna be trash
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

I don’t wanna be a brother
I don’t wanna be colored
I just wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
But don’t worry about me ‘cause I say screw hue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo.

What I wanna be is red
And I wanna be white
And I wanna be blue – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo
‘Cause it’s one county, not two – oo-oo – oo-oo – oo-oo


25. ONE LESS BOOT ON YOUR THROAT
The world will be okay
As long as there’s one more offer of a helping hand, helping hand on the ladder of life,
Than there is boot on your throat.
As long as there’s one more handshake to track,
Than knife in the back.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

The world will spin on
As long as you sleep with your wife when you lay down your head,
Rather than dream of the neighbor’s and not hear what your wife said.
As long as the team holds the glory more than you, me, or I,
Not the payday stacked taller than Babel is high.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

The moon will continue to circle just fine,
As long as that means keep the bird in the hand
Instead of let the lonely bird stand.
As long as we send smiles from neighbor to neighbor,
Or direct them to Hell for Satan to favor.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

But as I said from the outset, the world will be okay
As long as there’s one more helping hand,
Than there is boot on your throat.
As long as there’s one less Satanic verse,
Than blessings from Jesus when we take a ride in the hearse.

Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you,
Rather than an eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth.
For one day in judgment He’ll trumpet his truth.

27. YOU CAN’T PIN IT ON ME
I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

It’s not the crimes that I did that got me convicted.
It’s the suits and the cars and my moon-colored wife.
That put me in the jailhouse from freedom evicted.
Now guiltless behind bars for the rest of my life.
Feet left to pound the concrete for nothing I did.
Due the lawless lawman who planted the knife.

I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

‘Twas before DNA and science all of that stuff
Now decades in prison a black man turned gray.
‘Cause the defender was drunk and talked off the cuff.
Bastard he knew it, didn’t care what to say.
Prepared not question, a word, not nearly enough.
Picked up his paycheck and then drank on the way.

I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

Now that do-gooders have freed me from behind those steel bars,
The time they surrounded me has passed on me fast,
And by God, how do you make reparations for those kind of scars?
I don’t remember being first, but that’s how I ended up last.
You know if it could happen to me it could happen to any old tars,
‘Cause the irony’s think when you had a barrister past.

I didn’t do it, you can’t pin it on me.
You ain’t got the evidence to put me away.
But I only got the public defender you see.
So the sinner judge will mark the darky to pay.
‘Cause down South after the trial’s the black man’s long fee.
Cold bars by night and prison cattle by day.

28. NO LONGER THAN MY ARMS
My wife asked me the other day
Will you still love me when I’m old and gray
To which I did reply, Honey nothing will ever change
That’s love, why the hell does that seem so strange?
And then she did her insecurest best, How ‘bout when my boobs are to my knees?
I just grinned and cocked my head, As long as they’re not lower than both of these (dangling arms straight down in front of him with palms out and fingers wagging)

Has your wife ever asked you shit like this?
About her hips or about her tits.
I’m sure you’ve listened to this on and on,
She’ll even ask you when you’re long gone.
Is my butt too big for these old blue jeans?
Whateverthehell is “fine” supposed to mean!?

My wife asked me the other day
Will you still love me when I’m old and gray
To which I did reply, Honey nothing will ever change
That’s love, why the hell that does seem so strange?
And then she did her insecurest best, How ‘bout when my boobs are to my knees?
I just grinned and cocked my head, As long as they’re not lower than both of these (dangling arms straight down in front of him with palms out and fingers wagging)

As she got older she even once wrote me a note:
Would injections of botox make your boat float?
Now I could not even turn my hearing aids to off
In order to flee her nagging voice that was soft.
Another one said, What if I jacked my boobs up?
If you do that, then make it a D – no Double D – full cup.

My wife asked me the other day
Will you still love me when I’m old and gray
To which I did reply, Honey nothing will ever change
That’s love, why the hell that does seem so strange?
And then she did her insecurest best, How ‘bout when my boobs are to my knees?
I just grinned and cocked my head, As long as they’re not lower than both of these (dangling arms straight down in front of him with palms out and fingers wagging)

But the one I enjoyed almost as much,
Was her question about a baby-belly pouch:
With a nip and a tuck I could take it all in,
It’d take care of all of this extra skin?
And I said, I’m sorry my love, but you appear to be using it all dear.
But before I could gather my thoughts and run out of fear,
She threw my glasses down and ripped my hearing aids out,
Thank the Good Lord I wasn’t even able to see her jump or shout!

30. BAD-EYED BABY’S BEAUTY
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

I asked my girl to marry me,
I was happy when she said “I do.”
I said how ‘bout a baby now – or maybe even two
I’m sure she didn’t see it comin’ – that was anchor baby three.
The girl’s she stuck as stuck as stuck can be
Wrapped and tangled, she’s all balled in my family tree.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

When my girl reunited with her father ‘round the beginning of the century,
He said, Girl you know he’s white as snow, can’t you even see?
No, and I don’t really even care, dad he always been gorgeous to me.
I’ve never said this to no one not even once before
I’m colorblind as ten and ten equals up a score.
I’ll love my ‘bino beauty for ever and ever more.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
By the way, her eyes are baby blue.

31. I LOVE YOU WHEN WE’RE APART
I’m so glad to see you go,
That’s when I love you more than you know.
How can I say this best,
I love you most when I’m out and away.
Ain’t the worst thing to give marriage a rest.
I miss you dearly when I’m gone all day.
Not gonna lie, what else can I say.

I love you when we’re apart,
Just left now and that’s a start,
Your cookin’ ain’t bad, but I love to dine out.
Can’t stand your whine, don’t like your shout.
Makes me feel good when we get to lovin’,
But every damn time a bun end up in the oven.

Gotta go now, my belly is full.
Gotta go now that your hot’s gone cool.
I love you best when we’re apart,
I love you most when I’m out and away.
Had my fill of you, you’re getting’ tart.
I like to hang with you, but I love to play.
I wanna stick around, but I just can’t stay.

I love you when we’re apart,
Just left now and that’s a start,
Your cookin’ ain’t bad, but I love to dine out.
Can’t stand your whine, don’t like your shout.
Makes me feel good when we get to lovin’,
But every damn time a bun end up in the oven.

Just rolled in, but gonna peel out.
Or’s that my stomach turning from eating your ‘kraut?
For us to be soul mates you could never see me.
For us to be soul mates, I couldn’t come home.
If I didn’t drive a tractor trailer I wouldn’t be free.
You’d be in Paris and I’d be in Rome.
I’d take my recliner to the Pantheon dome.

I love you when we’re apart,
Just left now and that’s a start,
Your cookin’ ain’t bad, but I love to dine out.
Can’t stand your whine, don’t like your shout.
Makes me feel good when we get to lovin’,
But every damn time a bun end up in the oven.


Oh look at the time, gotta get on the road,
Get my key to the rig, it’s got a full load.
I really do miss you when I’m out and about;
Wanna come home, but don’t wanna stay long,
‘Cause you start naggin’, then start to pout.
Right after I finish this song gonna get on my route.
Okay 10-4, I’m over and out!

32. OUTTA TIME
Tried a short-cut through town to beat a big rig
Headin’ up a hill, there was a long line.
It passed me, pulled out, then mumbled a dig
So I was no farther ahead no farther behind,
Said to my son I guess I’m just wastin’ time.

When I got home I got changed real fast
But had to wait on my wife and still be kind
Watched the grass grow tall as the time did pass
So I was no farther ahead, now farther behind,
Said to my daughter I guess I’m just wastin’ time.

Got to the ballgame and sat down around eight
Even though it didn’t start ‘til right at nine.
After a rain delay, it began an hour late.
So I was no farther ahead, just fallin’ behind,
Said to my friend I guess I’m just wastin’ time.

Friend dropped me off right after midnight
My misses had been into the wine.
I was tired as hell when she turned off the light
Grinned let’s get to bed, you’re lookin’ fine
Said to my wife let’s not waste any time.

Next morning sippin’ coffee and walkin’ old Gus
Runnin’ a half-moon ahead before down the old mine
Stepped of the curb and got hit by a bus,
Rreaper standin’ over me dead, on my behin’
The doctor he said, that cowboy - he’s outta time.

33. BRIGHT SIDE OF THE BLUES
Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

You can be blue all alone,
You can wail and you can moan.
Don’t need a Sunday best.
Got no lover to put you to the test.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Don’t gotta worry ‘bout your don’ts, only worry about your doos.
Ain’t got no ethos to confuse.
Do whatever you do choose.
Ain’t no other matchin’ hues.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Can’t do not cheatin’ when you’re single.
Don’t have to mix and mingle.
No lover or no friend.
It’s all about you in the end.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Never an anniversary to forget,
Hell, ain’t even met the right girl yet.
No girly broken heart to mend.
That’s why the dog is man’s best friend.

Look on the bright side of the blues:
Only need one it don’t take two.
Always look on the bright side of the blues:
Ain’t got no pretty girl to lose.

Never bought a wedding ring.
Got endless songs to sing.
Ride your girl back to the stable!
So stay single if you’re able!

34. GOTTA TAKE A RISK TO SING THE BLUES
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

By God I’ll try my best,
Yet never passed that bitchin’ blues love test.
Hey, but when it’s going right,
You’re with your lover every night.
Remember only one wrong don’t make it right,
Only takes but one to start a fight.

Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

Remember when you’re angry don’t hit send,
That’s how “Once Upon a Time” goes from beginning’ to “The End”.
So at the risk of a damaged soul,
Gotta risk that Christmas coal.
But if you get that wintry black,
Don’t ever send it back.
‘Cause boy you can burn it red hot,
When you make up from when you fought.

Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

At the risk of being green,
I think you’re seein’ what I seen.
There ain’t no risk to singin’ white,
Only bigots wear a sheet at night.
You can run from fear and fright,
Or pair a lover black and white.

Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Don’t take only you since one and one make two.
Gotta take a risk to sing the blues:
Put your soul out there to lose.
Takes two to make it right, only one to make it wrong,
That’s why there’s no perfect blues love song.

35. RUNNER-UP
I’ll be runner up before it’s over,
Be lucky to be first in October,
It’ll be our anniversary in December,
I’ll be in the lead by this Octember.
But that’s only if I treat my baby right,
Wrong! I’m the kind that picks a fight.
It ain’t been long since we said I do,
Yet won’t be long before we’re through.

Hope there’s room for me on the porch
Boy you can’t light no fire on a wet torch.
That damn dog is sleepin’ in my bed,
Goin’ for my baby’s silver medal instead.
You’ll never see bronze hangin’ from me.
It’s silver most naturally.
I’m proud as hell with second best.
I’ve got her red ribbon pinned upon my chest.

I’ll be runner up before it’s over,
Be lucky to be first in October,
It’ll be our anniversary in December,
I’ll be in the lead by this Octember.
But that’s only if I treat you right,
Wrong! I’m the kind that picks a fight.
It ain’t been long since we said I do,
Yet won’t be long before we’re through.

Gave her diamonds she says are coal,
Stopped again on fourth and goal.
Pushed the stone to the top of the hill,
I know it roll back down it will.
Feel like the Bills at the Super Bowl,
Always end up in a deep old hole.
Never win but always place,
Guess that’s better than show in any race.

I’ll be runner up before it’s over,
Be lucky to be first in October,
It’ll be our anniversary in December,
I’ll be in the lead by this Octember.
But that’s only if I treat you right,
Wrong! I’m the kind that picks a fight.
It ain’t been long since we said I do,
Yet won’t be long before we’re through.

If I’m wrong, I don’t know what’s right.
Got in another spot real tight.
I finish second with amazing grace,
Got the handsomest radio face.
Baby I’m not altogether bad,
The best second you ever had.
Well maybe I got that wrong,
Might give you eight if you leave it on. . . .

That might get me first in the rodeo,
But I’m still your runner-up you know!
I’m second to only none,
Because I’ve never won.

36. PINSTRIPE BLUE
World Series, Triple Crown, Hall of Fame,
Bronx Bomber stitch no name.
Still lives in Yankee lore,
Quote the baseball writers evermore.
If I had to guess in Heaven,
Even Jesus wears a Seven.

Yet every player plays his last,
And what does happen when it’s passed.
Hits and homers end up done
Eventually him and bottle doth be one.
He broke the records to walk it off;
The bottle break he could not so loft.

World Series, Triple Crown, Hall of Fame,
Bronx Bomber stitch no name.
Still lives in Yankee lore,
Quote the baseball writers evermore.
If I had to guess in Heaven,
Even Jesus wears a Seven.

But sadder yet he raised three imbibers more,
Throw in Merlyn and he knocked in four.
Yet how could he blame her or be mad,
All of his mistresses made her sad.
Across the Brooklyn Bridge he drove her,
Still all the anguish pushed her over.

World Series, Triple Crown, Hall of Fame,
Bronx Bomber stitch no name.
Still lives in Yankee lore,
Quote the baseball writers evermore.
If I had to guess in Heaven,
Even Jesus wears a Seven.

Seven times did seven top the world
But when he last did leave the field,
His blackened pinstripes ran to tears of blue.
By then he had to’ve known his fears were true,
His tortured, foggy past had come
To consume all forward ‘til ‘twas done.

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I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

I asked my girl to marry me,
I was happy when she said “I do.”
I said how ‘bout a baby now – or maybe even two
I’m sure she didn’t see it comin’ – that was anchor baby three.
The girl’s she stuck as stuck as stuck can be
Wrapped and tangled, she’s all balled in my family tree.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.

When my girl reunited with her father ‘round the beginning of the century,
He said, Girl you know he’s white as snow, can’t you even see?
No, and I don’t really even care, dad he always been gorgeous to me.
I’ve never said this to no one not even once before
I’m colorblind as ten and ten equals up a score.
I’ll love my ‘bino beauty for ever and ever more.

I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
I’m so glad she cannot see.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
She thinks I’m gorgeous to the bone.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
We’re happily married because the girl can’t see the view.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
‘Cause my wife can barely see with two.
I’m my bad-eyed baby’s beauty,
By the way, her eyes are baby blue.

30. BAD-EYED BABY’S BEAUTY

Morose, shriveled, twisted, and blue.
The Old Guitarist gently weeped.
Not just a painting but a person had seeped,
Yet not as famous as the one that we know,
The ear-missing Vincent, but the blue of Picasso.

But ask about blue when the guitar is the twist?
Is this not who we dance after a feminine tryst.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The gnarled up artist with blues they both came.

Less famous than both, the subject Casagemas (cass-a-hay-mus)
Died by his own hand on a gun, etched into lore was his name.
A cognitive crash from the promiscuous princess Germaine.
Why not the red spill of blood or a coffinish black?
Why is it blue to which we’re always circling back?

But ask about blue when the guitar is the twist?
Is this not who we dance after a feminine tryst.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The gnarled up artist with blues they both came.

Then from The Old Guitarist Picasso did his deep plunge
Headlong into his Blue Period morosity stress,
Much like VanGogh before him he painted the illness,
He painted the blue vein of humanity wrapped around a guitar.
But his capture even captured it better than Vincent captured the star.

So ask about blue when the guitar is the twist?
I know, this is who we dance after a feminine tryst.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The gnarled up artist with blues they both came.

From gray blue to bright blue and light blue to navy,
Picasso painted the asymmetric scarred nerves of a person you now know,
A person who summoned the feelings and brush strokes of Vincent VanGogh.
Into the studio of Casagemas Picasso retreated to Vincent,
Into the studio to bond people to blues to guitars in an instant.

So I suppose the real point is the intertwining’s the twist?
The love-triangled affair of person, blues, and guitar is the gist.
No matter brush or pick the color’s the same,
The painter, the picker, the pallet, the pipa they’re all just a frame.
The soul of the artist gives The Old Blues Guitarist his name.

26. THE OLD (BLUES) GUITARIST (PABLO)

Until I met you, I never realized that there’s so much that hasn’t been said before.
Until I met you, I never knew the things that I hadn’t thought before.
Until I met you, I thought it was all cliché.
Until I met you, I thought of myself part of the night and all of the day.
Until I met you, I never thought of this song I could play.

Now that I’ve met you, I swim in the valleys and run up the mountains,
Now that I’ve met you, you make miracles pour out like fountains,
Now that I’ve met you, I know what I can’t take with me,
Now that I’ve met you, you showed I could make memories eternally.
Now that I’ve met you, please don’t ever set my soul free.

Until I met you, I never realized that there’s so much that hasn’t been said before.
Until I met you, I never knew the things that I hadn’t thought before.
Until I met you, I thought it was all cliché.
Until I met you, I thought of myself part of the night and all of the day.
Until I met you, I never thought of this song I could play.

Now that we’re together, I’m only half-there when we’re apart,
Now that we’re together, you make at least twice as smart.
Now that we’re together, I know where I’d be without you.
Now that we’re together, my black hurt makes your feelings blue.
Now that we’re together, I don’t have to match my prison orange, too.

Until I met you, I never realized that there’s so much that hasn’t been said before.
Until I met you, I never knew the things that I hadn’t thought before.
Until I met you, I thought it was all cliché.
Until I met you, I thought of myself part of the night and all of the day.
Until I met you, I never thought of this song I could play.

Now that we’re apart, all of my hurts and feelings are unique.
Now that we’re apart, I’ll never ever reach my personal peak.
Now that we’re apart, I’ve forgotten what I can do.
Now that we’re apart, all of my feelings thought to be false are once again true.
Now that we’re apart, I may never find my way back to a pew.

Until I met you, I never realized that there’s so much that hasn’t been said before.
Until I met you, I never knew all of the things that I hadn’t thought before.
Until I met you, I never thought I could use unique twice.
Until I met you, but split us apart, then put back together we’re unique thrice.
Until I met you, I’ve done unto others – but this is the first time it’s nice!

23. SO MUCH THAT HASN’T BEEN SAID BEFORE (FOR GOD OR LIZ)

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

We all make a mistake with a love that is different,
A mistake that hurts the one that God sent,
But sometimes it’s too late when we repent.
Sometimes we discover love before we grow taller,
Yet the love is still big, not a bit smaller.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

One’s mind always drifts back to first kiss,
But not every first smells like biscuits.
Still jowls can be as tender as young lips
And the soul behind even kinder and pure
Than that behind a princess I’m sure.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

So back to the beginning in order to start to wrap this
Up into a neat little love story package
All with a moral to perfectly match it:
Once upon a time a lonely boy fell in love with a dog,
But she ran away chasing the part of a wheel called a cog.

No mama, no hope, no friends.
Just when love began it now ends.
A reunion of hearts he pretends.
A lonely boy discovered his love in the holler,
His first love was a dog with no collar.

Sometimes love fails because of anger or lust,
Sometimes love fails because there’s no trust.
And sometimes love fails because the collar’s a bust.
Yet in conclusion, a bitch’s kiss has the power to turn prince from a frog,
Because God made one thing certain: There’s no purer kiss than from one’s dog.

21. A LONELY BOY AND A DOG WITH NO COLLAR (a/k/a A LONELY BOY’S LOST LOVE)

Tell me son, Have you ever prayed your blues?
My little ebony girl has been praying the blues since she was six.
We been praying the Elkhorn Blues straight on from 1925.
Beaten and bruised, we been crying and praying, praying and crying, bowing and worshiping
The King of Cotton in his dirt pews signing hymns and reading psalms in our cotton-sack
dresses.
All the while praying forgiveness of God’s One Commandment as we slave to our masters’ idol.
So I ask you son, Why don’t you pray the blues?
You play the blues, but I – I prayed the blues.
You know you can play the blues in Hades, but you can only pray the Blues in Heaven!
Now I’m tired, so tired, so quit playing, start praying our discontent.
I’m just gonna lay down for a while and you boy, you pray me the blues. . . .
You go ahead and take my old ebony girl and pray for me – but not for me –
Pray with pain, pray with sorrow, pray with lament, pray with scars, pray with brokenness, pray
with shrapnel, pray as the receiver of sins, just pray the injustices of a broken world.
Pray from your soul as I get up and walk away from my slumber and cross back over Highway
413.
I’m gonna go listen to Syrus, but I’m gonna leave my old gal here with you – but on one
condition – that you pray the blues with her.

Praying the Blues (from the King)


About Me

Bio

Eclectic lyricist.

CV/History

I have a portfolio of about 30 lyrics with a wide variety of subject matter in what I envision in the color of blues, folk, Christian, funk, and a little bit of country there and here.

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