Navasota Blues

I looked out this morning, blues ‘s far as I could see
mmmm-hmmmmm-mm, blues ‘s far as I could see
went to check my mail, blues was all addressed to me
I went an’ picked up my guitar blues fell out like rain
Yahh – ohh – mmmhmmm – mm fell out like rain
An empty pillow your side ‘a the bed all that remain
I’m gonna ride on down on the coast at Gulfport
Ride on down, down on the coast at Gulfport
Swim on out ‘til these blues sink to tha ocean floor
Ain’t goin’ nowhere, just spinnin’ my back wheels
mmm-hah-mmm-mm-mm spinnin’ my back wheels
you evah had tha heartache you know just how it feels
change your mind baby, better keep it to yourself
oh yah, baby, mmmmm-hmm- keep it to yourself
used to these blues now baby, I don’t want nothin’ else
keep it to yourself baby
I’m used to these blues
I don’ want nothin’ else
Comments
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Hi,
I am by nature, not particularly drawn to the Blues genre. I must say however, that I did enjoy this song.
The harmonica drew me in, very captivating.
Thank you,
Sid
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The link seems to point to a different song than the lyric.
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Sorry 'bout that I don't see how to edit your piece here so I've put the correct link here:
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Yep, that one works!
Trad blues. Is that slide as well as picking?
I like this line: "went to check my mail, blues was all addressed to me"
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This is great. I'm loving the harmonica. It sort of reminds me of early Captain Beefheart. Best one yet. I really enjoyed this.
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