This song was written for the legendary French Blues singer, Le Petite Debbie Swiss Roll.

(This song works well if there are extraordinary musicians backing LPDSR; otherwise, the act is totally bereft of entertainment value.)

I Woke Up This Mawnin

I woke up this mawnin

I woke up this mawnin

I woke up this mawnin an I weren’t asleep no mo’.

That woman of mine

That woman of mine

That woman of mine—she’s my gal.

Went to the whiskey stow

Went to the whiskey stow

Went to the whiskey stow and bought me some whiskey.

Got throwed in jail

Got throwed in jail

Got throwed in jail by the PO-lice

That was the very first time

That was the very first time

That was the very first time I’d ever been arrested.

Mister jailer man

Mister jailer man

Mister jailer man won’t ya tell me yo’ real name?

We had grits and greens

We had grits and greens

We had grits and greens—to eat.

You know I washed ‘em down

You know I washed ‘em down

You know I washed ‘em down with a 16-ounce rootbeer.

I done seen some things

I done seen some things

I done seen some things that interested me considerably.

This nine-pound hammer

This nine-pound hammer

This nine-pound hammer don’t weigh quite ten pounds.

Won’t ya bury me

Won’t ya bury me

Won’t ya bury me after I’m done dead?

Okay, so I don't have the Blues, but I do have the Willies.

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