naked bread

naked bread  
 
shotgun house  
shotgun rules  
shotgun church  
shotgun schools  
 
all served up da same  
lessons for my head  
blood for wine  
washin' down  
naked bread  
 
east of the Missi-sip  
and just due north of hell  
stands a grey shotgun house  
not even God rings dis' bell  
 
cupboards stay mainly bare  
five of us with just one bed  
daddy in Angola  
so we eat naked bread  
 
shotgun house  
shotgun rules  
shotgun church  
shotgun schools  
 
all served up da same  
lessons for my head  
blood for wine  
washin' down  
naked bread  
 
pastor say He died fo' my sin  
well He's got mo' dyin' to do  
teacher layin' that switch agin  
cause I broke another rule  
 
I was lost till I met dis' gal  
her full lips dripped honeyed nectar  
her brown skin taste like rubied wine  
wanted a promise I'd protect her  
 
she said her wine was mine  
served in juke joints and our bed  
so long as she's the only one  
I feed my sweet naked bread  
 
shotgun house  
shotgun rules  
shotgun church  
shotgun schools  
 
all served up da same  
lessons for my head  
blood for wine  
washin' down  
naked bread  
 
 
 
I'd want the growl of John Lee Hooker to sing this.  I'd gladly defer to let this legend sing my band's signature song.
 
http://m.youtube.com/results?q=john%20lee%20hooker%20boom%20boom%20boom&sm=1  
 
Selected winner in the "Black Chex" competition hosted by toniscales.
 
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/7751/