How I fell in love with a Blues DJ...
Sift one cup folk, one cup R&B, one cup blues, one tablespoon jazz. Mix in spirit of Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen, and Greg Brown. Add to taste: dry humor, faith against odds, bloody heartbreak. Bake 5o-some years in hard knocks oven. Add spark of Goddess. Serve with acoustic guitar and baritone vocals.
Lyrics
Roberta Blue
I’m in love with you from your radio show.
Playing the blues and talking real slow.
Never seen your face, not even a picture
But with a voice like that, you give me the itch. You’re
Setting me up for a big heart break,
But there’s no tomorrow, I’m cooked like a steak.
If you’re the ugliest woman on this green earth,
It don’t matter to me, I know what you’re worth.
You start talking that talk about the music down south,
Sounds like ham and cornbread, and greens in your mouth.
I’m going down to the station to meet you right now,
They can’t keep me out, I’ve taken a vow.
Chorus:
Roberta Blue, I’m jealous, I’m green.
Black thoughts in my head, my feelings aren’t clean.
Roberta Blue, you got my heart burning red.
But there’s a silver lining in the dark clouds ahead.
You say you’re married with children, you can’t leave your home,
But you raised those kids good, they’ll be fine on their own.
You’re husband’s a no good, two-timing preacher man.
I don’t care about him, he won’t stop my plan.
He’s lied and he’s cheated, you need to be free.
Teach the damn fool a lesson, you’ll be better with me.
Chorus
Let’s go down to Texas for the harp and the axe,
Let’s go to New Orleans for piano and sax,
Let’s go to Chicago, and listen to blues,
They say in Mississippi there’s howling and booze,
Let’s go far away, we can drive in my truck.
Someplace they don’t know us, we can drink, dance, and, uh, talk.
Chorus
Change last line: I’ll tell you white lies to get you in bed
You say you don’t know me, you say I’m a fool,
I know it ain’t normal, but I can’t keep my cool.
What’s the worst that could happen? Just give me a try.
Take a chance on the good life, I know you’re not shy.
We might not get along? I might make you sad?
Well then we’d just have the blues, and that ain’t so bad.
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