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.
