Everybody knows a kitteh like that one.
Caught up w/food processing for the moment (using watermelon in agua fresca and watermelon-banana smoothies), and really scored at the dollar store: “Swimming with Crocodiles” by Will Chaffey!
Related: NnB: Love your blues number. Have you composed the music to go with it?
Score #2: Mr. Sg discovered volunteer muscadine among the watermelon vines. Negation of Score #2: muscadine’s fruit is slimy.
‘Face, please keep us updated.
Have a great day, y’all!
Wait, what?
It's the blues. You sit on a stool and strum a guitar, and talk into a microphone.
What musical score do you need for that?
By the way, I like this one better: (I always picture driving through Tennessee when I'm reading this.)
I’ve got the "I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town" Blues!
I was cruisin’ my pick-up,
Goin’ up hill and down.
My tank was on empty,
I looked for a town.
In the fog on the mountain,
I was driving real slow,
Saw a neat little valley,
With a town down below.
So I drifted on down there,
On the fumes in my tank,
Looked around for a station,
All I saw was a bank.
Last time it was open,
LBJ ruled the day.
There was no gas to purchase,
And no way I could pay.
I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!
There I sat in my truck,
I was down at my heels,
I’d run clear out of luck,
Guess you know how that feels.
When a scruffy old feller,
Offered something to drink.
It was something so horrid,
It might kill me I think.
But I had to be friendly,
So I told the man fine,
Got a gallon of moonshine,
For a buck twenty-nine.
I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!
I knew I couldn’t drink it,
For it reeked and it stank,
So just to get shet of it,
I poured it into my tank.
Don’t know what I was thinkin’
Tried to start my old truck,
Well, she ran like a new pup!
Had a change in my luck.
Bought some more of that homebrew,
For a price I can’t beat,
Keeps me rolling much better,
Than the gas on your street!
I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!
I went back pretty often,
Bought up most of their stuff,
They thought me a drunkard,
Who just can’t get enough.
I kept up the pretense,
Who gets gas for that price?
They called me the town drunk,
I just thought it was nice!
Then one day I got busted,
They discovered my game,
For some reason they’re angry,
Now it can’t be the same.
I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!
NicknamedBob. . . . September 27, 2005