Posts Tagged ‘Blues’

Amtrak Ejectee Blues

so I’m drinking on the Amtrak / back in their fine lounge car (x2)

I’m pounding the Margaritas / hitting on a woman named Dar……..lene

Darlene does not appreciate me / so I hit on her mother, Claire (x2)

they stop that train and they eject me / in the middle of nowhere

am I still in Idaho? / looks like I might be farther south (x2)

alligator swamps all around me / nasty teeth in that one’s mouth

looks like I picked a bad day / to wear my alligator shoes (x2)

I’m a city boy stuck in the bayous / Amtrak ejectee blues

the mosquitoes sound like chainsaws / and I’ve seen seven UFOs (x2)

someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah / and I hear Dueling Banjos

mercy

copyright – G.A. Miller

photo by Lizzie Miller

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Goldfish Blues

I go out on our front porch / hurl my wedding ring into the night

I go out on our front porch, baby / hurl my wedding ring into the night

now it’s out there with your pots and pans

the moon is straitjacket white

I stagger back inside / gather up all your high-heel shoes

I stagger back inside, baby / gather up all your high-heel shoes

your goldfish hides down in his castle

this night is giving him the blues

I chuck out another empty beer can / man, I sure can drink

I chuck out another empty beer can, baby / man, I sure can drink

the neighbors are sitting around in their lawn-chairs

waiting for the kitchen sink

you didn’t take much when you left / you didn’t care for memories at all

you didn’t take much when you left, baby / you didn’t care for memories at all

that’s your Bible over by the mailbox

it was a righteous curve ball

I rip out my aching heart / toss it into the shrubs

I rip out my aching heart, baby / toss it into the shrubs

I go back inside and grin at your goldfish

“how’s it goin’ there, bub?”

glub glub glub glub

copyright – G. A. Miller

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Posted: December 21, 2013 by gamillerlasvegas in old fart's art
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Heart Surgery Blues

I’m in Golden Colorado / a streetlight shines between two pines

I’m not far from the brewery, / a thunderstorm and the School of Mines

heart surgery in the morning / heart surgery

sitting out on my back porch / with my guitar and my blues

the doctor told me not to / but I feel like drinking some booze

heart surgery in the morning / heart surgery

yes I’m gonna get a new valve / I said “could you please make it the plastic kind

I’d rather not have a pig valve / that is if’n you don’t mind

heart surgery in the morning / heart surgery

Buffalo Bill’s defunct* / he’s buried on a mountain** not far from here

it’s open mic night down at the bar / they’re down there laughing, joking, smoking, picking, grinning, singing and drinking beer

heart surgery in the morning / heart surgery

*borrowed from a poem by e.e. cummings

**Lookout Mountain, which I could see from my back porch

copyright – G.A. Miller

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