Downhome Zombie Blues
© Float Street Music ASCAP
Author: Ed Teja & Linnea Sinclair
Lyrics by Linnea Sinclair & Ed Teja
Music by Ed Teja (ASCAP)



Found myself wondering, why so many people die
Nothing left inside them, but two useless eyes
Staring out, at this cold, cold world.
They got them down home, zombie blues

Say baby, baby, hear what I say?
You see a zombie pass by today?
She ain't talking; Hell, she ain't even breathing.
She's got the down home Zombie blues

Now I'm way past Jupiter, in the middle of the stars.
Cruising past asteroids, me and my guitar
Hunting down a nightmare, tracking fast and sure
Got no time to waste, got them down home zombie blues

Got a ship that's fast, gets me on my way
A laser pistol in case those zombies wanta play
Hunting down a nightmare, tracking fast and sure
Got no time to waste, got them down home zombie blues, sounds like this…

My gal’s a sharp shooter, she kisses mightly fine.
Not much we can't handle hunting side by side
Chasing down a nightmare, tracking fast and sure
Got no time to waste, got them down home zombie blues

Say baby, baby, hear what I say?
You see a zombie pass by today?
She ain't talking; Hell, she ain't even breathing.
She's got the down home Zombie blues

Found myself wondering, why so many people die
Nothing left inside them, but two useless eyes
Staring out, at this cold, cold world.

They got them down home, zombie blues
Got the down home, zombie blues
Ain’t those big city, zombie blues.