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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
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
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