I'm afraid there's been a bit of a hiatus on the song posting. I was in Dublin for a week with work, then it was Valentine's day, then my sister came to town... Not to worry though, I've still been writing and there's still time - I just need to churn out the last eight in record time!
Anyway, this is my first collaboration. Another Fawmer, Tony/@benjo, penned these lyrics and asked for someone to try putting them to music. This is what I came up with!
Man He Played The Blues
rolled up another smoke
struck a match on his shoe
took a long long drag on it
and sucked in all the fumes
took a swig of his whiskey
and he swallowed it hard
and with his shakin hands
picked up his old guitar
sat on an upturned crate
hat pulled low on his shades
old hard black stony face
tapped his foot as he played
man he played the blues
man he played the blues
told how his woman was cruel
man he played the blues
man he played the blues
man he played the blues
sold a broken heart to the moon
man he played the blues
his old fingers came alive
and had a mind of their own
up and down her neck with love
she played through his soul
in a worn out husky voice
earned from the smoky bars
his tone was soft and low
and it stole so many hearts
man he played the blues
man he played the blues
told his troubles to the moon
man he played the blues
man he played the blues
man he played the blues
told how his woman was cruel
man he played the blues
man he played the blues
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