Ounces of Hidden Obviousness
I got the "I Ain't Got Nuthin' to be Blue About" blues
And that's cos I've found my lucky walkin' shoes
And I do believe, at last, my mojo's beginnin' to work on you
'Cos I got a black cat bone and a hoodoo brew
I got a "That girl's no good for anyone" girl
Think about that woman, it makes my fingers curl
She's got it, she knows it, she uses it every night
And when she do get home we get into a fight
I got a trusty pistol and a rusty automobile.
By god, ain't no woman gonna make me heel
I know she done cheated with my best friend
I'm gonna take my trusty pistol and bring it to an end
Contributors: | Kansas Sam, P, anon, Edgar, N, Francine, Dassn't Say, F, Karin, please end me. |
Poem finished: | 3rd August 2003. |