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Prison Blues(with no shoes)

Picked up a parlor guitar 11/21

Picked up a parlor guitar on 11/21

Picked up a guitar on a cold November
I don’t remember when I felt this down

Started strumming but it’s all about being blue
Strum a little longer I get up off the floor

Stomp my foot and feel the beat
But I just lost my shoes and belt

Hear that metal ring as it’s closing

I got the prison blues with no shoes

Got them old turnkey blues but where’s my shoes I don’t know

So I serve some lunch and when I can
Pick up my cheap guitar

Strum something anything to get me
Outta this place

I don’t know how much longer
I can stand being here





10/31/2023
Written by oldmanG
Published
Author's Note
I wanted to see if I could write a blues song. I think I did. Here is a listen to my song
https://on.soundcloud.com/hPNdeQLsd2rb7R8v5
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