Nothing But The Blues
It’s nothing but the blues
Sad sax digging deeply down
Twelve bars against the riverbank
Taking it all downstream
Low-strung upright bass
Tall man plucking notes outa the cellar
Two quarter rests before
Just before the crash of a Zildjian
And the kid on the pedal steel
Took it on down the tracks
Old bald drummer keeps the clock
At 12 and 8 and 12 and 8
Unlit cig between his lips
Strat strapped low neck held high
Wailing sounds soar toward Memphis
It’s nothing but the blues
Body swaying slightly too much
Flor de Caña and the blues
Takin’ me down the line
Copyright © 2014 Dayvid Graybill
Regis
This music is dear stuff to me.
I hope all is well,
Blessings, Christine
Peace be with you
William
hug
Kathy
Pipes and Nothing But, Dayvid,
Sage
Love ya!
Jane
Ron