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Bluesless Blues

from Squirt, Rubber Heart by Al Duvall

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I'm picking cotton, I’m picking cotton
From a bottle of aspirin
I feel rotten after all that cognac at the ball
I’m from the school of Fort Knox
I wasn’t born not to win
If it weren’t for badminton I’d have nothing bad at all

I'm picking cotton, I’m picking cotton
Over linen, silk or tweed
Something simple to go with my old sharecropper shoes
And my shares keep going up
I’ve got everything I need
Except that lowdown feeling
I’ve got the bluesless blues

I’ve got the bluesless blues
The thrill of being broke and all alone
Is the only thing that I don’t own
The thing I’m bound to lose
And since I get to choose
Which kind of misery I get to sing
The imitation or the real thing
I’ll take the blues-less blues

My woman left me, my woman left me
A million dollars when she died
She took an ocean cruise but the yacht left her behind
Down in the river she was found
And at the bank I nearly cried
I went home to my wife to ease my troubled mind

Woke up this morning, woke up this morning
Sipping cappuccino foam
On a nudist beach, oh will a matchbox hold my clothes?
I’m so far away from home
Why did I leave to roam?
‘Cause Rome in spring is where all the smart set goes

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from Squirt, Rubber Heart, released June 1, 2011

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