Charlie Charles: Stinky Blues

Mustinta bluesia Joensuun rajuimmista ghetoista.

Kitarat, Basso: TK
Rummut: AP
Laulu: TK, AP
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Oh Lord would you tell me
Why I’m drowning in misery
Oh Lord would you help me
Because I’m living in poverty
And all I have left are these
God forsaken dirty shoes

Oh Lord I have no woman,
I have no job, I even have no house
And if I think more clearly
I have absolutely nothing at all
I’ve been waiting for a jackpot
To save me from this downward road

chorus
Yeah this is the stinky blues
Because it smells like poo
Yeah this is the stinky blues
It surely smells like you
And I can’t wash these shitty shoes
I’m stuck with this stinky blues

I can’t get it up no more
Lying in my bed a dirty whore
I keep trying and trying, Lord
But still not getting bored
It’s like jelly I’ve been eating
I can’t take no more

chorus

*drunken talk*