Andrew Charles Forrest

...Oh, John

Oh, John


Of pain again the blues man sings

The same old tune of suffering

In every word and every string

Brings long a life of aching


Tupelo, Tupelo where his brother came

He tells with pride, tinged with shame

He never cried, he knew their names

He asked why, the answer’s the same


For a life spent hard in black and white

Sleeping days and working nights

The old laughing lady, ‘cause it tasted right

Slip him back into the light...


  • orchidee

    A fine write Andrew.

  • Goldfinch60

    Only the blues can tell of the suffering in song as your words do Andrew.

  • Neville

    You got the old fella off to a fine art Andrew sir....

    tis where it all began and tis luverly and then some.....


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