The Weary Love Blues
THE WEARY LOVE BLUES
I ain’t gat nobodi, but just myself alone;
I ain’t gat no one but the windz and birdz and treez;
Here I loll, a loner with harmonica, by a stream
Tuning a bluezy piece from a luv-sick soul.
I ain’t trust nobodi but all just myself alone;
No bod knowz ma plight but this slow slippi stream;
Have gat ma luv drowning down her shadowi deep,
Which gives me heartache that go not with her flow.
I ain’t gat no buddi and gotta be myself alone,
But gotta warbler perched by a finch on a bough,
I croon on, far in the waning light, ‘cos I gat some hope
With ma mellow soul piece, searching still on ma own.
I ain’t gat no genuine luver but just myself alone,
Round me drone the windz and chant the birdz in a spin;
The leaves clapped and the treez swayed by the rhythm-
Oh damn it I be consoled, ‘cos they all gat no soul!
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