My good old woman,
she's left me.
Said I'm too old and stupid
for such a beauty as her.
She said, you're old and moody as your blues,
your toothless mouthharp blues.
And she added something
about me hitting the booze.
My woman left me
by throwing me out my door,
like no-one'd ever left me
before.
She didn't even allow me
to sleep on the floor,
on my floor...
So I walked around the town
all through the night.
From whisky to brandy,
from love-and-peace to a fight.
Till I stumbled and banged
against a wrong door -
oh, dear!
Ran back home, woke my lady,
brought her here.
I said,
"Come in, honey, look around.
You see,
I'm not the oldest thing in town."
And I said,
"These guys here - booze or no booze! -
they got things older
than blues!"
(Choir:)
"Bluesy Antiques!"
Oldar The Blues
© Copyright: Илюша Зернов, 2013
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