One of my sons challenged me to write a blues song.
Woke up early this
morning
My bunk out in the
sleet.
Snored so loud last night
No one could get to
sleep.
Went to the barracks door
No one would let me
in.
Cold and wet and shaking
That’s how my blues
began.
Yes I’ve got them soldier blues
Drafted off the street
From beer and women and cars
To wearing out my
feet.
Someday I’ll lose these blues
When I get home for
good.
I’ll whip ol’ Jody’s ass
And start living like I should.
Don't think I will give up my day job.
12 comments:
I think there needs to be a video added of you singing for us to accurately judge.
"Drafted off the street"
Drafted?!?
You're showing your age... :-)
Not a bad attempt. I can't rime worth a dime.
2nd grade Christmas Pageant rehearsals had me singing my little heart out. Very soon I was a Shepard. I'm extremely musically challenged.
Yep, I'm an old fart. My MOS didn't' have letters. 112 instead of 12C. Serial number instead of my social security number. We did have black boots and shoes.
Ha!
LOL, nope, keep the day job...
Good advice.
Haha. I rather enjoyed that ditty.
Glad you enjoyed it. Silly really, but sometimes a father just needs to show his son the old man shouldn't be challenged.
Haha. Such a competitive father you are.
Me comparative? Who woulda thunk.
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