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...
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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Comments3
A fine write Andrew.
Only the blues can tell of the suffering in song as your words do Andrew.
You got the old fella off to a fine art Andrew sir....
tis where it all began and tis luverly and then some.....
Neville
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