Morning Blues

Woke up this morning

Feeling this bruise

It rose like a hill

I suffered its ruse

I woke like a fire

Set on a log

With the howling desire

Of a graveyard dog

I’ve got the blues

Got the blues for you

I needed a bank job

To put me straight

But they put me in a jacket

And told me to wait

I said I’m not used

To standing in queues

They said they’d put me in irons

If I refuse

I got the blues, got the blues for you

There are six dogs waiting

Waiting at your gate

They say I must choose

Between love and hate

Six bullets waiting

In the barrel of a gun

Waiting in the bed chamber

Of the Lady Someone

But I still got the blues

Got the blues for you

I tried to stay silent

Not put pen to paper

But its like the man said

She is an escaper

Always trying to break loose

Of the chains and her noose

But who could blame her?

Who could try to name her?

She’s every woman, and someone

I’ve got the blues, got the blues for you