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  1. Song lyric by Rick Loder Sr How Do You Get The Blues Don’t drive a Cadillac Just an international truck Never had a heartache Don’t drink or do drugs How do you get the blues Tell me how do you get the blues Never been to prison My dog don’t bite Got my ass whipped in fifth grade But that’s my only fight My wife won’t leave She’s here to stay I’m not even tired Of seeing her every day How do you get the blues I got to know I got to know Tried to get a girlfriend See if she could make me blue Could not stand her What the hell do you do Tell me baby How do you get the blues this was written by my Hubby Rick Loder .. thought I would share here he would have liked that take care Theresa
  2. malcolm

    Lunar Blues

    [slow, relaxed, romantic] All we have in common is that moon pasted yellow on the sky All we have in common is that moon pasted yellow on the sky Better get to what we came for 'Fore we tell that yellow moon goodbye. Close the window to the night air The birds will all be singing soon Close the window to the night air The birds will all be singing soon And don't forget to pull the curtains on that sneaky old man in the moon. [a bit faster...] Baby, watch that clock Time's running faster than you fear Baby, watch that clock Time's running faster than you fear Maybe check your almanac It's the shortest evening of the year [vinegar strokes instrumental] [resolution] I will slip out your window and head down the road with the moon I will slip out your window and head down the road with the moon but I won't forget you, honey, or this moon in June too soon... [whistling]
  3. kuya

    Parchman

    Parchman Revised with chorus added Yeah I'm going down to Parchman You won't see me no more Judge he give me 50 years That'll make me 94 The warden took a look at me As the other prisoners stared He pointed to the way out back Said graveyard's over there Ohh Parchman ohh Parchman Destination Doom (Get outta Mississippi)! Can't leave a day too soon They whooped me with a leather strop [strap] The strop was four feet long Warden he see everything He don't see nothing wrong Two men holding onto me as They whoop me with that strop I feel the life drain out of me With every single drop Ohh Parchman ohh Parchman Destination Doom (Get outta Mississippi)! Can't leave a day too soon I said whoop a little harder boys Cuz you ain't even trying Pretty soon I'm out of here Cuz Lord I know I'm dying Anyone who ever said That work won't do you harm Plain to see they ain't been here They ain't seen Parchman Farm Ohh Parchman ohh Parchman Destination Doom (Get outta Mississippi)! Can't leave a day too soon I said (Get outta Mississippi)! Can't leave a day too soon Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Parchman original version w/ edits Yeah I'm going down to Parchman You won't see me no more Judge he give me 50 years That makes me 94 That'll make me 94 The warden took a look at me Can you do 50 here? The other prisoners stared He pointed to the way out back Said graveyard's over there I said suh to the warden I feel it will be soon There ain't no man do 50 years In Destination Doom Yeah I'm going down to in Parchman Ain't no use in crying Work the life right out of you Lord I welcome dying They whooped me with a leather strop [strap] The strop was four feet long Warden he see everything He don't see nothing wrong Two men they hold me as they whooped [whipped] They whoop me with that strop I feel the life drain out of me With every single drop Yeah I'm going down the river yeah they sent me down the river Yeah I'm going to the pen And they dropped me in the pen Parchman like no other place No place you ever been Said whoop a little harder boys Cuz you ain't even trying Pretty soon I'm out of here Cuz Lord I think I'm dying Anyone who ever said That work won't do you harm Plain to see they ain't been here They ain't seen Parchman Farm Yeah I'm going down to in Parchman Ain't never going home Even death ain't easy here My grave is full of stone
  4. James L Kleinheksel

    I Got Blues

    I Got Blues James L Kleinheksel © Copyright 2018 Ooooo Ooooo Ooooo Ooooo Now listen to me And my strange view I was told how to be But I had to refuse Ooooo Ooooo I got blues I got blues I got blues I got holes in my pockets Where my money run through I got blues I got blues I got blues I got a dreadful bullshit job And a paper with bad news I got blues I got blues I got blues I got a tiny little shack That I never get to use I got blues I got blues I got blues I got too much information But I still got no clues I got blues I got blues I got blues Instrumental Bridge Ya know Now I got a fired today So I got five more tattoos And I got a splittin’ headache From a fifth of cheap booze I got blue I got blues I got blues I was gave a million dollars It turned out to be a ruse I got blues I got blues I got blues I got people in my face And a very short fuse I got blues I got blues I got blues There’s folks that ripped me off There’s too many to accuse I got blues I got blues I got blues I played ten thousand shows Got a thousand bad reviews I got blues I got blues I got blues I got a bad streak goin’ There ain’t nothin’ left to lose Ya know again and again I been payin’ my dues But ya know it’s always me That’s gonna get the screws So oooo So oooo I got blues, I got blues , I got blues Now ya know I got blues, I got blues, I got blues Original Version I Got Blues James L Kleinheksel © Copyright 2018 Ooooo Ooooo Now listen to me And my stange point of view I got blues I got blues I got blues I was told to conform But I just had to refuse I got blues I got blues I got blues I got holes in my pockets Where my money runs through I got blues I got blues I got blues I got a dreadful bullshit job And a paper with bad news I got blues I got blues I got blues I got a tiny little house That I never get to use I got blues I got blues I got blues I got too much information But I still got no clues I got blues I got blues I got blues I got a splitting headache From a fifth of cheap booze I got blues I got blues I got blues Now I got a fired today So I got five more tattoos I got blues I got blues I got blues I got a bad streak goin’ There ain’t nothin’ left to lose I got blues I got blues I got blues I was gave a million dollars It turned out to be a ruse I got blues I got blues I got blues I got people in my face And a very short fuse I got blues I got blues I got blues There’s folks that ripped me off There’s too many to accuse I got blues I got blues I got blues I played ten thousand shows Got a thousand bad reviews I got blues I got blues I got blues I’m so tired and weary Now I gotta take a snooze Ya know, over and over, I paid my dues But ya know it’s me that gets always the screws I got blues, I got blues , I got blues I got blues, I got blues, I got blues
  5. malcolm

    Five-and-Dime

    Verse 1: Here comes the river, taking a new way, way she never took before. Old mother river looks in my window. Old mother pounding at my door. Chorus: There's a reason (there is a reason) put that cemetery on a hill. This river (old mother river) she will never have her fill. Verse 2: Here comes the next town, tumbling down river, one lost shoe at a time. One empty beer can, one bent umbrella, then the whole whirling five-and-dime.
  6. [Verse 1] Take another man's wife But leave his liquor on the shelf Take another man's wife But leave his liquor on the shelf If he offers you a whisky You best open that bottle yourself [Chorus] Seen a grown man crawl Craw-ling / on his / hands and / knees Seen a grown man crawl Craw-ling / on his / hands and / knees He barked like a dog And he died, he died like a disease [Verse 2] Tip your hat to the stranger Tip your hat to the foe Tip your hat to the stranger Tip your hat to the foe Check the shape of his skull See where those horns might grow [Chorus] [Verse 3] Pour a sweet one for your baby Pour a strong one for your host Pour a sweet one for your baby Pour a strong one for your host Pour yourself a long, cool water Or you may travel home a ghost [all sorts of silly guitar things go here] [Chorus] [Verse 1] [Coda] Corn whisky make a man make a man forget his name Corn whisky make a man make a man forget his shame Corn whisky make a man make a man forget the lies you tell Corn whisky make a man make a man forget he's in hell etc.
  7. Genre: blues direction. Male vocals This is from a few weeks ago. After valuable feedback, here’s the revised version, in which I’ve: - dropped syllables to tighten up the piece; - written a new bridge; - re-written & shortened the chorus; - re-written lines in the verses; - tweaked words here and there. Have at it, folks. I want to get it more or less into shape before I send it off for music. UPDATE 28 April: I'm calling' 'er done. Thanks muchly, everyone,, for helping me knock this into shape. Never Gonna Lose the Blues Chorus Wanted somethin’ special I was never gonna lose And babe, along came you But I got more than I wished for ...I’m never gonna lose the blues V1 Look at you, girl, how you ridin’ so high Yeah, look at you now, bet you think you can fly All your comin’ and goin’, and me never knowin’ Was enough to make this grown man cry V2 Lookin’ at you makes it harder to breathe Yeah, lookin’ at you, I can hardly believe All your cheatin’ and lyin’, was so mystifyin’ But damn, I didn’t want you to leave Chorus Wanted somethin’ special I was never gonna lose And babe, along came you But I got more than I wished for ...I’m never gonna lose the blues Bridge One day, baby, your façade’s gonna fade Mirror gonna taunt you when the piper gets paid You’ll run outa time, too late for excuses The devil takes when and where he chooses Chorus Wanted somethin’ special I was never gonna lose And babe, along came you But I got more than I wished for ... I’m never gonna lose the blues Yeah, more than I wished for ... I'm never gonna lose the blues © 2018 Donna Devine
  8. I love the result. Jack did a great job creating a nice, growly blues song on the basis of a lyric of mine, the original of which I'd almost decided to deep-six. I'm posting the song here in the Artist's Showcase, as it's not certain whether any further work will be done on it. We hope you enjoy it. CONDEMNED TO THE BLUES V1 I seen you flirtin’ With a lover last night And my heart can’t stop hurtin’ ‘Cause it really ain’t right My heart’s a prisoner In your double-locked cell No release for good behaviour Though I treated you well Chorus I been condemned to the blues To the memory of your eyes They always used to glow When you showed you were mine Now you’re gone, and you’re free To pick and choose But as for me…I'm condemned to sing the blues V2 I seen you smilin’ In our fav’rite café And you looked so beguilin’ I had to turn away Please show some mercy Never did you no wrong You were judge and jury But your own rap sheet’s long Chorus And I’m condemned to the blues To the memory of your eyes They always used to the glow When you showed me you were mine Now you’re gone, and you’re free To pick and choose But as for me…I'm condemned to play the blues Bridge Your disguise had me fooled And my plea was overruled I admit I’m to blame ‘Cause I let myself Be framed by your lies Chorus Now I’m condemned to the blues To the memory of your eyes They always used to the glow When you showed me you were mine Now you’re gone, and you’re free To pick and choose And as for me…I'm condemned to sing the blues (optional) You’re free to pick and choose As for me…I’m condemned to the blues © 2018 Donna Devine (lyrics)/Jack Foster III (music/instrumentation/vocals)
  9. The original version – written very quickly during the recent FAWM songwriting challenge – was in a different format. I’ve shoehorned it here into a more or less traditional blues structure. (Blues lyrics I’ve written in the past have usually had shorter lines.) (If this turns out to be half-decent, it might go on the blues-gospel album I'm co-writing.) As always, your constructive critique is welcome. Give it to me with both barrels on: 1. Structure 2. Cohesion (storyline)/consistency 3. Word choice/imagery 4. Flow 5. Anything else Have at it. Donna Update 19 March: Lines switched in the refrains. The musician can decide whether to use the third line, which repeats the first. Back to the original V1, with a slight tweak. If I Ever Meet the Devil (revised version 19.03, on the basis of feedback) V1 First time I saw you, I heard the sun call you by name First time I saw you, I heard the sun call you by name Now dark clouds are formin', you're drivin' this poor man insane V2 'Fraid you been lyin’, 'n Lord, don’t it make me feel sad 'Fraid you been lyin’, 'n Lord, don’t it make me feel sad Once you was an angel, but now you actin’ so damn bad Refrain 1 If I ever meet the devil, he’s gonna sympathise ‘Cause he’d see a long-lost daughter if he looked into your eyes [Yeah, if I meet the devil, he’s gonna sympathise] V3 Know you been cheatin’, been tauntin’ me too many times Know you been cheatin’, been tauntin’ me too many tines But don't push me, baby, I might be fixin' to do a crime Refrain 2 If I ever meet the devil, he’s gonna understand How a tantalisin’ woman can torment a lovin’ man [Yeah, if I meet the devil, he’s gonna understand] V4 (repeat of V1) First time I saw you, I heard the sun call you by name First time I saw you, I heard the sun call you by name Now dark clouds are formin', you're drivin' this poor man insane © 2018 Donna Devine ---------------------------------------- PS: In V3, 'again' is pronounced with a long 'a' to rhyme with 'pain'. If I Should Meet the Devil. (Original version 17.03) V1 The first time I saw you, I thought the sun knew you by name The first time I saw you, I thought the sun knew you by name Dark clouds though are showin’ you’re goin’ to drive me insane V2 I know you’ve been lyin’, I’m sayin’ it simple and plain I know you’ve been lyin’, I’m sayin’ it simple and plain First you were an angel, now you’re acting so inhumane Refrain 1 Oh, if I should meet the devil, I know he’d sympathise Yeah, if I should meet the devil I know he’d sympathise He’d recognise a long-lost daughter just by lookin’ in your eyes V3 You’ve sure got a mean streak, you taunt me again and again Yeah, sure got a mean streak, you taunt me again and again Say if I’m not careful, you’re gonna stand me out in the rain Refrain 2 Oh, if I should meet the devil, he’d surely understand Yeah, if I should meet the devil, he’d surely understand How a tantalisin’ woman can torment a lovin’ man © 2018 Donna Devine
  10. This is one of those very simple ones that I put together to practice my strumming with. Shake That Thing is a very common theme / title in blues that easily goes back a hundred years. Ethel Walters and Lightning Hopkins are two of the many blues artists that each had a different song by this same title. Sean Paul, in modern times, also had one. Some of the other images - a bird with a broken wing, a woman with a diamond ring, are used over and over in the old blues stuff. This is my version using that same theme. Shake that thing I gotta door but the bell don't ring Nothing you can do but Shake that thing Shake it shake it Shake that thing Oh Lordy shake that thing I gotta bird with a broken wing Nothing it can do but Shake that thing Shake it shake it Shake that thing Oh Lordy shake that thing I gave my baby a diamond ring Nothing she can do but Shake that thing Shake it shake it Shake that thing Oh Lordy shake that thing This old song It don't mean a thing Nothing you can do but Shake that thing Shake it shake it Shake that thing Oh Lordy shake that thing Shake it high and Shake it low you can Shake it where the sun don't go Shake that thing
  11. Busta1198

    They Sold Their Souls

    Lately I have become fascinated with musicians who supposedly sold their souls for musical talent. I know there are others but I couldn't find anything to rhyme with Niccolò Paganini. Please leave feedback/suggestins Thanks They Sold Their Souls Ever since our ancestors clapped their hands People have been in bands Makin' music for the world to hear 'Cus music is food for the ear But there were those who stood out from the rest They were those who were the best But things aren’t always as they seem Though their instruments played like a dream They made a deal which doomed them all And once they answer death’s beckoning call Eternal pain they must endure For the music they made, so rich and pure. (Chorus) They sold their souls They sold their souls Now they’re in the Devils fiery fishbowl They sold their souls One a dark day And unfortunately now They can’t be saved. Robert Johnson was one of the first He played the guitar the very worst Got booed out of clubs and laughed out of town Then to the crossroads he went down His guitar slung on his back He met a man all dressed in black Suddenly they said “This Kid Can Play” And he played good till his last day Died at the age of 27 And you must know he didn’t go to heaven. (Chorus) He sold his soul He sold his soul Now he’s in the Devils fiery fishbowl He sold their soul One a dark day And unfortunately now He can’t be saved. Years later there was rock and roll Johnson got that ball rolling with his soul There were four lads across the sea A British Invasion it would be Jimmy page, a virtuoso John Paul Jones a man of the show Robert Plant could sure sing well And John Bonham played like a bat out of hell. With the devil they became friends And once Bonham met his grizzly end With Satan he now plays With Hell’s band in a fiery blaze. (Chorus) They sold their souls They sold their souls Now they’re in the Devils fiery fishbowl They sold their souls One a dark day And unfortunately now They can’t be saved.
  12. Thunder Waves

    For Nothing

    "For Nothing" Composed by Ahmad Hesham Produced by Ahmad Hesham & Omar Hesham Recorded, mixed and mastered by Amr Hefny at Ganoub Studio Ahmad Hesham: Classic Guitar/Electric Guitar/Bass Omar Hesham: Piano/Keyboards/Drums Amr Hefny: Maracas Artwork by Ahmad Hesham
  13. Hi, Here is my another try. I wrote another song about blues in this forum. Now this is second one. I need your valuable suggestions to improve it. Thanks. Forever journey is my destiny It's the tripping I have been enjoying. I've never sought any Final Destination. Home is inside in my mind. Blues is one of that kind. Forever journey is my destiny. I am walking in that way & get full satisfaction. Road leads me like I'm a blind. Blues is one of that kind. Oh yea, Forever journey is my destination. I never want to be a freak to seek attention. Oh yea, Forever journey is my destination. I hate to end up at fame. Oh no, It's such a lame. It's the swinging I have been playing. I'm following the freeway. I've no hesitation. Life is flowing so smoothly. Blues is carrying that course. We are sharing Each other's feelings. I have few buddies who ease All my frustration. Pure hearts are all around me. Blues brothers fulfill my soul.
  14. James L Kleinheksel

    A Four Leaf Clover In The Snow

    A Four Leaf Clover In The Snow James L Kleinheksel © Copyright 2017 Your own blood and sweat Have never met You try once more With much regret It's a sad situation Not understood You try it again It's not doin' any good There's walls of faith That are fallin' down All that weight On this tarnished crown There's only one thing That doesn't show A four leaf clover in the snow Once blue skies Now overcast There's nothin' here That's gonna last Discarded people Travelin’ around Across this massive Battleground Broken promises Broken threats Fall all around This broken mess Nothing's sacred anymore There's truth and fiction But not like before It should be so tableau A four leaf clover in the snow Lose your faith And lose your mind Lose your patience You'll do just fine Take the plastic souvenirs Just leave me alone With a pail of tears Broken promises Shattered dreams Kept anonymous Scattered all over To great extreme There's one thing That you don’t know A four leaf clover in the snow Humility and gratitude Now a thing of the past Penniless and destitute Are comin' fast Loneliness and fear And dark of night Come chargin' in This futile fight Fractured skulls On this plot of land Picture perfect In the white hot sand Only one thing You'll never know A four leaf clover in the snow
  15. James L Kleinheksel

    Bible In My Pocket

    Bible In My Pocket James L Kleinheksel © Copyright 2016 I lived the blues every day Since I showed up here Got a bible in my pocket But it ain't very clear Had a life of calamity A life filled with dread And a life of adversity That never leaves my head Got a bible in my pocket And trouble in my eyes Got nothin' I wanna tell ya But some great alibis Got a bible in my pocket But I still can’t see Lord won’t you take it out And read it to me Got a bible in my pocket see Lord take it out and read it to me There’s a big aching pain Deep down in my soul Got the blues and a bible I got a heart with a hole Got a bible in my pocket But I still don’t know Got a safe I can’t unlock it And a long way to go Every day of my life Since I showed up here Always trouble and woes And they never disappear Got a bible in my pocket But I still can’t see Lord won’t you take it out And read it to me Got a bible in my pocket see Lord take it out and read it to me Bridge Had a bad feeling A long time ago Got somethin’ to tell ya I think you’ll wanna know Got a bible in my pocket And I’m hopin’ that it’s true It lingers in my mind The whole day through There’s a pain in head It gets stronger every day There's a woman in my bed And she never goes away Got a bible in my pocket But I still can’t see Lord won’t you take it out And read it to me Got a bible in my pocket see Lord take it out and read it to me Lord please take it out And read it to me Lord take it out And read it to me Theme - Blues Genre - Outlaw Country - Country - Blues Tempo - Slow - medium Slow Length - 3 - 3.5 mins.
  16. Greetings everyone! Brand new to the forum and am really looking forward to getting some feedback from everyone! Below is a link to a blue-rock instrumental I've recently recorded. My inspiration comes from Peter Green, Gary Moore, Robben Ford, and Paul Kossoff. I've just recently learned about scales and modes and wanted to see if I could write something melodic on guitar. Looking for feedback on the song in general and anything else you feel free to comment on! Thanks! Dale
  17. Something kinda weird with obvious subtext! Thanks in advance, and let me know if you have any suggestions!
  18. PaulCanuck

    The Devil Lady

    I know without music this is a tedious read - what with the repeating lines, but I think it works with the music I have written. The format is a challenge because you really only have two lines per verse to tell the story. Please let me know where it needs improvement in doing that and I thank you in advance The Devil Lady The county put a price on my head The county put a price on my head They didn't much care if I's alive or dead When the county put a price on my head The Sheriff want to see me hung The Sheriff want to see me hung The Devil Lady told him I'm a murderous thug So the Sheriff want to see me hung But I saw her kill her lover man I saw her kill her lover man I saw him fall, I saw the blood in her hand When I saw her kill her lover man [br} So I ran And I ran And I ran But that cop Wouldn't stop Until.. I.. was.. caught. They called her in to testify They called her in to testify I sat there waitin' for her treacherous lies When they called her in to testify But the devil lady changed her song The devil lady changed her song The devil lady saved me gettin' strung up at dawn When the devil lady changed her song Change her song... {instrumental to bridge} The devil lady asked me 'round The devil lady asked me 'round I shouldda known better, shouldda turned her down When the devil lady asked me 'round She locked me in a basement room She locked me in a basement room And every night I listen to her howl at the moon Since she locked me in a basement room I know she'll never set me free I know she'll never set me free I'd be better off swinging in that hickory tree Cause I know she'll never set me free Yeah, I dream I'm out there swayin' in that hickory tree.. But I know she'll never let me be...
  19. cindyrella

    Deep Black Pain

    I've not been on this board in a long time. I was creative for one month (during FAWM) then got in a downward spiral and I couldn't write at all. This lyric sort of fit some of my moods. Deep Black Pain © 2017 Cindy Prince Harvest gold thoughts of you Lime green memories Water color splashes of passion Now I'm deep grey empty Heavy black clouds of pain Sadness the deepest of blues Mad dark brown follows me around Stark white is my life without you Chorus I once had the colors of everything Sparkling champagne to green leaf spring But you left and the dungeon skies started to rain I cannot breathe surrounded by deep black pain Bridge Will I ever notice baby blue skies While dragon teardrops are in my eyes? Why can't my golden memories fade From the growing garden in my mind? I must bury silvery thoughts that get caught And leave my mulit-colored life behind Repeat chorus
  20. For all of those fishing enthusiasts, trout season is April1st in New York. I tell them I love fishing My fishing buddies wonder, 'bout what is wrong with me. I catch the most fish always, but that's not it, you see? It's because I got a girlfriend, and still fish night and day. They wonder why I'm not at home. I should be getting laid. I tell them I love fishing. That's what a man should do To try and make the best of things. I got the fishing blues. They ask about my girlfriend; i always tell the truth. "My girl's got gonorrhea. I'd rather fish with you. " They said to roll her over. It almost feels the same. But she's got diarrhea too; backdoor just ain't my game. I tell them I love fishing. That's what a man should do To try and make the best of things. I got the fishing blues. They asked about her mouth then. I said "hey buddies please!" "It's getting kind of pers'nal; she's got a gum disease." They said "Man are you crazy! Say what is wrong with you?" She's also got 'case of worms; they're good for fishing too. I tell them i love fishing. That's what a man should do To Try and make the best of things I got the fishing blues
  21. SongWolfe

    Some days like this

    Been a while since I posted a lyric but here's a new one. I see it as being in the rock genre, maybe blues rock? Note: Anticipating a question that I may get asked, 'pavement' is a UK word, the US equivalent is 'sidewalk'. Also, 'Sunny Jim' was a brand of firelighters. It's the nickname of the protagonist in this song as I remember an old rather dishevelled gentleman who had that nickname as he frequently bought those firelighters. There was also a homeless guy who had a bent back and never seemed to wear a shirt (or at least button one up) so the character in the song is sort of an amalgam of those two real life characters, with a fictitious story then built in. Some days like this (Verse 1) Old Sunny Jim Do you remember him? Used to walk with his back bent Studying the pavement cracks. Wore a long coat and no shirt Even on the coldest days, Never paid no heed to us Your common skiving strays. (Pre Chorus) (Choir?) Well, they found him They found him All these years later, Well they found him They found him (Chorus) Oh Lord, they found him Down on the track, Flies for a halo Three bullet holes through his hat. Front teeth were discovered Amongst the blood he spat, Body incubating A little nest of rats. Spent most his days beneath the underpass Rarely saw the daylight Never travelled first class, So why the gold Rolex Left clinging to his wrist? Some days this job don't add up Some days like this. (Verse 2) Old Sunny Jim Do you remember him? Used to walk with his back bent Studying the pavement cracks. Seems he found a treasure trove That belonged to some bad men, Bought himself a shirt, hat and watch He won't wear them again. (Pre Chorus) (Choir?) Well, they found him They found him All these years later, Yeah, they found him They found him (Chorus) Oh Lord, they found him Down on the track, Flies for a halo Three bullet holes through his hat. Front teeth were discovered Amongst the blood he spat, Body incubating A little nest of rats. Spent most his nights huddled in some shelter Barely lived in lines of beds Memories that fester. Now I know the picture Or at least I get the gist, Some days this job can be so rough Some days like this. (Bridge) Down at the station, the night so murky closes in (It closes in) I file the report, might as well toss it in the bin, This city's gangster's got their alibis all bought Who cares for a homeless man when there are turf wars to be fought. (Outro) (Choir?) Some days this job don't add up Some days like this, Some days this job don't pay enough Some days like this, Some days life can be so rough Some days like this …
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