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Outhouse Blues
by Mark Sebring → (All Poetry by Mark Sebring)
Tuesday, October 9, 2018    Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Well, I'm sittin' in de shithouse,
waitin' fo' my bowels to move.
Yeah, I'm sittin' in de shithouse,
waitin' fo' my bowels to move.
Since my baby up an' lef' me
I got dem ol' shithouse blues.
 
Yeah, my baby up an' lef' me.
She say she don' love me no mo'.
Yeah, my baby up an' lef' me.
She say she don' love me no mo'.
She done tol' me Happy Birtday.
Den she walked out our front do'.
 
Went down to de Piggly Wiggly.
Bought me 'bout fo' quats o' booze.
Went down to de Piggly Wiggly.
Bought me 'bout fo' quats o' booze.
And a jar o' pickeled pigs feet.
Wid pigs feets you just cain't lose.
 
Well, I started drinkin' heavy
an' callin' out my baby's name.
Yeah, I started drinkin' heavy
an' cryin' out my baby's name.
She never tol' me why she lef' me.
I reckon I know who's to blame.
 
When I drank up all de whiskey
I started drinkin' rum instead.
When I drank up all de whiskey
I started drinkin' rum instead.
De rum went to my stomach.
De whiskey went to my head.
 
Now I'm feelin' kinda po'ly.
Folks calls it de brown bottle flu.
Yeah, I'm feelin' kinda po'ly.
Folks calls it de brown bottle flu.
I been sleepin' in de shithouse.
Don't know what else I can do.
 
Tryin' to make it to tomorra.
It's bound to be a mighty long ride.
Tryin' to make it to tomorra.
It's bound to be a mighty long ride.
Dem pigs feets liked to killed me.
Dey made me feel all bad inside.
 
So now I'm sittin' in de shithouse,
waitin' fo' my bowels to move.
Yeah, I'm sittin' in de shithouse,
waitin' fo' my bowels to move.
Since my baby up an' lef' me
I got dem ol' shithouse blues.
 
 

Mark Sebring (2009)


This is my tribute to traditional blues music.
I tried to make it sound like Lightnin' Hopkins was singin' it.





 


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