Our Bluegrass Song
Below is the bluegrass song we wrote
[banjos and guitars]
Moonlight on the train tracks
Vomit on my shoes
Midnight Wild Turkey
couldn't chase away my blues.
Gobble gobble Turkey
Gobble gobble goo
My girl just up and left me
Now you done left me too
(repeat)
posted by Damon Agnos @ 11:57 PM
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Bluegrass reply for guitars, dobro, and plaintive fiddles
“Ass on the Barrelhead,” or,
“The Ballad of the Spanaway Trailerpark”
First of the month,
A familiar old pain,
The landlord’s a knockin’
And I know why he came
He knows my dire straits
And my financial strain
From which he monthly seeks
A vile carnal gain
Oh, there ain’t no more cash,
To pay this month’s rent,
So I’m bent, oh I’m bent
Over the barrelhead again
It happens each month
It ain’t no surprise
To find this month’s payment
Lies between my thighs
I should save my dough
And keep all that I get
But it all goes to booze
And to Res’ cigarettes
It’s not that I like it,
But how can I prevent
Being bent, oh bent
Over the barrelhead again
It’s a long and sad story
He’s a short and sad man
His only lasting glory
Is taking rent from my can
So maybe it’s from pity
That I barter my slit,
A mutual kindness
From which all benefit
It can’t last forever,
All things somehow must end,
But until then, I’m bent
Oh, until then, I’m bent
Oh, until then, I’m bent
Over the barrelhead again
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