Blues, TX
This morning’s coffee was cold
The noon mail didn’t come
All my good stuff’s pawned or sold
Don’t know where my rent’s coming from
My man ain’t showed yet
I’m thinking it’s been too long
What I want isn’t what I get
Don’t know what I’m doing wrong
Look me up in Blues, TX
Right in the heart of Misery
Look me up in Blues, TX
It’s a ways past Agony
The streets are empty
Folks keep to themselves
As far as I can see
Nothing more to tell
I’m just one more soul
In this hot southern hell
Maybe someday I’ll wake up
I’ll see this is a dream
I’ll be in my red dress and red make-up
In the arms of a man of means
Look me up in Blues, TX
Right in the heart of Misery
Look me up in Blues, TX
© 2009 Allison Thrash, Labrador Hill Music (ASCAP)
