Workin’ Blues

Horse Frightened by a Thunderstorm (1829) by Eugène Delacroix

I’ve got an ache that bites to the bone.

It comes around when it sees me alone.

Been long days and longer nights

Since my girl’s done put me to rights.

So I chew on my cig as my mind chews on me,

Feeling sorry as a stallion roped to a tree.

What is she up to in that pretty nightdress?

Is she thinking of me out here in this mess?

“It’s not good for man to be alone.”

Now there’s a Word sure as stone.

Oh, Lord, give me that eagle’s wing.

Send me to the river and hear me sing.

Just as soon my duty is good and done,

My ass is a bullet right outta this gun.

There’s a square meal and a little spitfire 

Waiting in a cabin for a man to acquire.

Honey, don’t go to sleep so soon tonight.

I’m restless as hell, and you’re an easy sight.

Give me your best lovin’, I’ll give you mine.

I’m plum out patience and home in no time.

“It’s not good for man to be alone.”

Now there’s a Word sure as stone.

Oh, Lord, give me that eagle’s wing.

Send me to the river and hear me sing.

Dedication: To my Darlin’