SOUTH STREET BLUES
WRITTEN BY TIM SWADDLING
Yesterday was another one of them
Blue an’ down days
You can go on and cry your heart out, honey
Tomorrow just gonna be the same ol’ way
I’m going steppin’ around tonight
I’m wearing some finely pressed clothes
But I’m down to my last few cents
I ain’t got any time for your bourgeois dog and pony show
Bring along a smooth mickey
An' I got a case of gin
Oh, I’m such a filthy mess mama
You don’t even want to know where I’ve been
She shakes her stuff
Yeah, she shakes it right off of the shelf
She's shakin' it for me
She don’t shake it for nobody else
Well, you knock me when I’m up
An' you kick me when I’m down
Tellin’ ya, you’re gonna hurt your foot sweetheart
The way you’re always kickin' me around
Take this port
And have a swig of this shine
Tonight me and you, we're getting’ drunk, honey
We're gonna have one big ol’ wompin’ good time
I came in last night
I was so tired an' bush whacked
I brought along my hammer
So I could hit the sack
You say you’re callin’ up your cousin
They got him locked up in the county jail - again
He says he likes stoppin' in there
Says that stripes make him look so debonair
If you think you like her cashmere sweater
And her buckle up shoes
Ask me a little later
How she'll smoke your cigar too
I had my basket all ready
For peaches pickin’ time
But old man Jack Frost
He went and done killed your vine
Well your slow horse ain’t winnin’ no races
So if you wanna make him fast
I got one little tip for ya
Make sure you feed him last
Liquor, powder, pills
And a whole lot of cheap red wine
Yeah, that high water is still rollin’
Poor ol’ Charley way down the line
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