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Leavin Myself
At the Beez Blue Bar one Monday night Upset ‘cause my baby wasn’t doin me right I’z pourin gin and plottin my revenge I wrote all about it in a brand new song I’d tell the world how she done me wrong Then she’d come beggin, makin amends
Open mike night and a real thin crowd A bully pulpit for cryin out loud Will somebody please tune my guitar? I did a Buck Owens song to challenge their wits And a medley of Freddy Fender hits Then took a swig of lukewarm Lone Star
I finished that mess to polite applause Then after a melancholy pause I did the one I’d come there to do With hat in hand and heart on sleeve I thanked ‘em twice and took my leave An old man said, “Son, you could use a clue.”
He said, “Don’t nobody want to hear that crap We all know that love’s no snap You ain’t breakin news, just breakin wind We know what a drag romance can be Without your forlorn biography There’s no need to hear it all again If you’ve got somethin different, then git it in gear But we’ve already got a jukebox here Why don’t you drop in a dime?” He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place The raspy voice or craggy face I said, “Old man, do you always talk in rhyme?”
He said, “It’s your song, Hoss. You tell me.”
Talkin to myself, ‘cause won’t nobody else Give me the time of day Moanin, groanin, all alone, feelin put upon Ain’t got a decent word to say About nothin or no one, hey, I’m a ball of fun But what’s a poor loser to do? Chonkin my guitar, feelin sick and sorry I’m thinkin of leavin me, too.
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