Ain’t That The Blues

She’s familiar…

ain’t that the blues

 

Sleeping beside her,

I always knew

 

Chipped beef on Monday,

Thursday cold stew

 

Dishes piled high,

paycheck gone through

 

She’s familiar…

ain’t that the blues

 

Home from work early,

today around noon

 

Mattress was creaking,

my pistol I drew

 

Two shots in my brother

 —four more in the flooze

 

(Chicago Illinois: Performed with Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green 1985)

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