Shelter House Blues

Night falls and I am depressed
in a house, a house of distress,
where women come to feel safe and sound
and hope to god they will not be found.

I sit alone most ev'ry night
drinkin coffee with myself,
tryin to feel aw'right.

Sittin ' with myself by the phone,
hopin no beaten woman calls
who needs a new home.

I got the shelter house blues,
the shelter house blues.
I cain't seem to shake these shelter house blues.

I read the files. I wash house linen.
And a gal might need a shoulder to cry on.
That's a given.

But I sit alone most ev'ry night
drinkin coffee with myself
tryin to feel aw'right.

I got the shelter house blues,
the shelter house blues.
I cain't seem to shake these shelter house blues.

One of these days I might find a new job.
One that I won't hafta hear
another moan, scream, or sob.

But until then I know it's a given,
that in this shelter is how I will
make my livin.

And have these shelter house blues.
(Oh yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh)