Count My Blessings - Enisa Song

Mama gimme a nickel and a deck of cards Said go on and play in the back yard Walking down the alley come my Uncle Lonnie Said lemme teach ya about Three-card Monte Take the ace of hearts and two black queens Flip 'em over so they can't be seen Spin 'em around four or five times Bet a nickel find the ace and win a dime Ten minutes later I had thirty five dollars Singing ain't misbehaving by the great Fats Waller I believe I'm gonna count my blessings I believe I'm gonna count my blessings Now I saw a black crow on a fence post Singing away like Sam Hopkins's ghost He sang when you see I ain't breathing no more Nail my feathers to an old barn door Or drag my carcass out behind the shed Just make sure you're pretty sure I'm dead Ask an Ouija board if you can't quite tell Or if I start to stink like the floors in hell Go to Navasota after I'm done dying It don't do you no good sitting around crying So I got me a pencil and a moleskin book When I heard Bertha Franklin shot and killed Sam Cooke Wrote down December 11, 1964 Ain't gonna be twisting the night away no more It took 15 minutes for the jury to decide 'Cause of death's justified homicide Liza Boyer wasn't called by the prosecution Later on she's arrested for prostitution La Hacienda motel had a busted down door Sam's wallet and his money was never accounted for

Last call for regrets and defeat To finish the bottle full of empty dreams Punch-drunk headed straight out of line Another excuse with no alibi Hitching on the road of decline With no-name streets and no vital signs I pissed away the best of me And no one can help me Misery's best friend, dead beat on a dead end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean The self-elect resident reject A bad habit, don't forget that you better Count your last blessings, I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet and now I'm running out of time My hands are tied and nailed to the cross I'm looking for all the composure I lost I'm petulant with a bad attitude A poster child vision of wasted youth I dodged the book and found the key I can't stay the same for dignity I pissed away the best of me And no one can help me Misery's best friend, dead beat on a dead end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean The self-elect resident reject A bad habit, don't forget that you better Count your last blessings, I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet and now I'm running out of time Now I'm my own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial I'm my own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial Misery's best friend, dead beat on a dead end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean The self-elect resident reject A bad habit, don't forget that you better Count your last blessings, I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet and now I'm running out of... Misery's best friend, dead beat on a dead end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean The self-elect resident reject A bad habit, don't forget that you better Count your last blessings, I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet and now I'm running out of time