Clarksdale Blues - Amy McCarley

Let me tell you all a little story About how life just doesn't always go the way you want it to It goes a little something like this Well I got a man He ain't got a job Well that man He's great big slob He sits on the couch Just drinking a beer Well that man Better get on out of here I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Well I got a boss He's a real reptile He's so low He'd steal your last smile He takes you to work Then hits on the girls He's more nuts Than 50 squirrels I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Whoah yeah Well I got a friend His wife's so fat He's got it so bad His kid's such a brat He plays his guitar On busted up strings 'Cause his woman She wants diamond rings I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Take it away, Robbie Oh I got the blues You know I got them blues I got the blues Yeah, I got them blues I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Ohhh Aww, quit your bitching Hahaha

Come back 'round Won't you hurry 'round Come back 'round Won't you hurry 'round and be my- 'Round Won't you hurry 'round Come back 'round (Yeah, yeah) Won't you hurry 'round Show love to me Won't you come back round When there's no one left to blame I watched you leave You just turned away And the sunlight turned to rain So suddenly Your lips felt like a hurricane, yeah So don't fade away, yeah Come back 'round Won't you hurry 'round Come back 'round (Yeah, yeah) Won't you hurry 'round and be my- 'Round Won't you hurry 'round (Yeah, yeah) Come back 'round (Yeah, yeah) Won't you hurry 'round and be my- I watched our love fall apart (Fall apart) 'Cause you were the storm before the calm (Before the calm) I watched our love fall apart (Fall apart) 'Cause you were the storm You were the storm before the calm Come back 'round Come back 'round

My backpack was faded black But now it's all blue It looks whack but it's compact And works like brand new I had found an old Greyhound But it wasn't my scene I'm underground at the turnaround This one is pristine Warehouses above, all I'm thinking of You gave your heart to me and soon the world will see Our graffiti love, spray paint on my glove They'll wonder who you are on every subway car I'm on my own, I'm Sly Stallone I did it for you But I've outgrown my wings and flown Into something brand new I show restraint, I'm the patron saint Of urban gardens in bloom If I don't faint ingesting paint Breathing all of these fumes Warehouses above, all I'm thinking of You gave your heart to me and soon the world will see Our graffiti love, spray paint on my glove They'll wonder who you are on every subway car On every subway car you look amazing While streaming out of bars their glasses raising Systemically refused, then chemically removed Warehouses above, all I'm thinking of You gave your heart to me and soon the world will see Our graffiti love melted on my glove They'll wonder who you are on every subway car Our graffiti love on every subway car Our graffiti love on every subway car