New Mornin' Blues

A contemplative blues song influenced by the end of one job and listening to some old blues masters.

 

Leavin’ my job in the mornin’

Man it hurts,

Got them blues,

Still it hurts,

Even though I got plenty of warnin’.

 

Movin’ on plans still formin’

Got them in my head,

When I’m out of bed,

Still it hurts,

Gonna keep on learnin’.

 

Met myself some cool peeps

Good at teachin’

Through all them fumes

Never a preachin’

And there ain’t no creeps.

 

Got them new mornin’ blues

Trudging in my new shoes

And wondering what to do.

 

Getting’ the red shirt a morrow

The classes’ gonna be fine

Even the bickerin’ screws

Sure they’re gonna shine

Startin’ to feel the sorrow

 

Feeling them mornin’ blues

In all their hues

I wondering what to do.

 

Leavin’ my job in the evenin’

Still it hurts

Not just in my shoes

Man, it stings,

Wavin’ off some friends

And tugging those strings

 

They’re gonna be fine

Sure it hurts,

Even though I got warnin’

Now the future starts

And I’m wondering what to do.

Wondering what to do…

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

hmm, hiya Wulfy, blues...sets me down, hearing such. It holds much agony, and dread. It actually anxes me. Wells, love, ---mishel :P

[Emily B]

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