Seven days (blues inclusive)
Chapt I
2. Lost bag blues
3. Drop-D Voodoo
4. 35 cent
The traffic’s movin’ very slow and i strode out cause of the shoots down in the skid raw when i crept in to that gard’n i saw somebody’ shoes ‘n she was so long gone with someone else’s blues she look like a woman misty just like a cat come like a woman gone just like a lost bag (you know) death is skulkin’ in the air ‘no robbery, just a tempted murder ’the people said it was just sobre enough but you know, very clear she got tired of her daddy’s favorite game she looks like a woman a bad game out in the back come like a woman gone just like a lost bag an eerie feeling over me a scuffle with the girl, somebody said she felt the need of assertin' her self respect some way (and it went) quite easy ‘tween her man shoulder blades she looks like a woman a bad night with no regrets come like a woman gone just like a lost bag here you got her story as i’ve been told eve just wasn’t fine, not even close when the candy man came into town (it did) seemed like a real match “i’m what i am” the man said, “some one has to be” she looks like a woman one nite she tried to kill his man come like a woman gone just like a lost bag the evening’ just coming down with a shabby face she feels slightly uneasy just like an needle in a bundle of hay eve drives a different car this Monday she’s facing the facts and smoking dope she gave his ole man the brush off, so to speak he came near last nite droolin a bit… she left that nite and this weird wind just came up road down for the valley in a red italian car “your number came up, lady” the candy man said you can’t go running like this forever” he used to say- “put your faith in me eve and take you to the paradise”, “where are you coming from” she used to say “with all that lines” she’s in her ninth month but she turned and walk away from it, there was nothing else she could ever do, ‘f you know what i mean she was in her late twenties as the moon is wasted but that was as it should have been he walked down to his car, got in and drove out of there i’m not dead girl, that’s wat he tought saw his blood and lit a cigarette got sometingh else to say to you gal.. and i’m looking for a better place.. a better place to die the evening’ just coming down with a shabby face she feels slightly uneasy just like a needle in a bundle of hay eve drives a different car this Monday she’s facing the facts and smoking dope it’s too early for the secrets and too late for the bar ain’t driving home tonite she‘s got a bloody smile, this tuesday two a.m. and an upside-down life may be candyman she began to think he was damnd right, lookin at people walkin on the nite sidewalks drivin the streets outa town there’s only one place left to go the signal changes you are on your own. and there’s only one place left to go. even god won’t help she just burnt her finger on that cigarette and if i had a nickle for every time i do the right thing i’ll have about 35 cent “i need a better time better place better walls better face need an aspirin for an headache.. i’m floatin on a street may be just need space decent place to make this child to be born take the whole thing back” she thoguht. i’m following that underdog to the end of his rope may be i paid a price a little too high i’ll phone god to ask what he things about.. but I got the answerin’ service, there’s nobody home may be the devil help the radio keep on playing the good ole junior wells and if i had a nickle for every time i repent i’ll have about 35 cent
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