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Pillows & Razorblades

 

Way back late in ‘68

I was havin’ me a pretty tough time.

My take home pay was a dollar a day. 

A cup of coffee was up to a dime.                                               

A cup of coffee was costin’ a dime.

 

I was feelin’ kinda down like a barroom clown

When he’s just not funny no more.

I crawled in through the window for a bottle of gin

And the bartender threw me out the door.

The bartender kicked me through the door.

 

That’s when I met six-gun Sally in the back street alley

And she took me to the rodeo.

She said.,”Around here I got some pull so if you wanna ride a bull,

I could take you to the one you need to know.

I could introduce you to the one you need to know.

 

I wasn’t feelin’ too well so I figured what the Hell,

I really didn’t have a whole lot to lose.

I could meet a little honey, maybe spend a little money,

Try to lose my downtown blues.

Maybe I could get rid of these downtown blues.

 

We took a trolley car to some seedy little bar. 

It was down off of Mason Street.

We walked straight to the back.  Sally said, “Say Slack,

I got somebody here for you to meet.

I got me a man here I’d like you to meet.

 

Well I could see right away she had a bad hair day. 

She looked kinda like Medusa you see

Or maybe just a backer for the Green Bay Packers

But she was not the kinda girl for me.

No, she was not the kinda girl for me.

 

She said, “ I’m a valley girl. Why don’t you give me a whirl?

Bet I could show you a thing or two.

I said, “I don’t believe so. I think it’s time for me to go. 

I got some heavy things I gotta do.

I got a whole lotta shit to get through.

 

She said. “That’s such a sitchamagnitudinal

Paralaxidudinal

Juvenile thing to do.”

An’ I said, “Yeh, that might be true

But screw you, too.”

 

She said, “I consider that a tort but I’d settle out of court.

Be at my house about 3 o’clock.”

You could sing me a hymn about Jungle Jim,

You know a psychabluesadelic roll and rock.

A kinda psychabluesadelic roll and rock.

 

I said. “Hon, I can’t make it tonight.  I got tickets for the fight. 

It’s Rock-a-Day Johnny and the Queen of Spades.

I bought a front row seat to see Johnny get beat. 

They’re usin’ Pillows and Razor Blades .

They’ll be fightin’ with Pillows and Razor Blades.

 

 

© 1994 - RDT

NOTES:  This is a talkin' blues about a road trip to San Francisco a long time ago.  Talkin' Blues is a genre I like because it allows me to tell fun stories about my life and while they are sometimes skewed by meter and rhyme, this one is told exactly as it happened ... as best I can recall.  After all, the older I get, the better I was!

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