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Tar Paper Blues
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Soft blues song with subtle guitar picking and harmonica duet.
dreamy singersongwriter folk rock neofolk soft rock mystical
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Michael Dyer is a singer-songwriter whose songs contain well-crafted lyrics and multi-instrument arrangements. He is a master guitarist and his songs are about
I am a singer song-writer who has written folk-rock, soft blues and soft-rock songs for many years, mostly to maintain my own sanity. Then, in 2006 I discovered music editing software and the joy of DIY music production. The result is that, in 2007, I produced 3 CDs () and in 2008 (so far) I have produced 2 CDs (). I perform all vocals/harmonies and instruments (guitar rhythm/picking/lead, bass, keyboards, didgeridoo, harmonica) and produce percussion through careful use of drum loops. I have also composed some classical music for solo piano and also for solo guitar. The music and score of my solo guitar piece "Hummingbird in Flight" can be accessed at my web page (http://michaeldyermusic.com). That piece contains very rapid, chromatic finger movements and is reminiscent of Rimsky-Korsakov's "Flight of the Bumblebee" but my real love is composing and arranging folk/rock/blues/pop songs. I am also a glass blower on the side and so my glass creations tend to appear on the front/back covers of some of my CDs. My CDs are available at CDBaby.com, iTunes, Amazon.com and other web sites.
Song Info
Genre
Blues • Blues General
Charts
Peak #439
Peak in subgenre #143
Author
Michael Dyer
Rights
2007
Uploaded
May 18, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.2 MB • 128 kbps • 5:39
Story behind the song
I pulled my back and was stuck in bed over a week. I was feeling sorry for myself, so I wrote a blues songs about some poor soul who lives in a tar paper shack and has wrecked his back. bad back.
Lyrics
Got the blues, tar paper blues. No daylight hues to these blues, dark tar paper blues, Just pitch-black, midnight, no-light-in-sight, Tar paper blues. My baby done quit on me. She's gone an' split on me. My baby done quit on me. She's gone an' split. Thought we were twos, but love's gotta lose, Thought we were paired. Now she's nowhere. She jus' can't take no more, Bein' so poor. Racked my back liftin' stones, now I'm laid out on the floor. Racked my back an' my bones, now I'm laid out on the floor. So much I lack, 'cause I can't work no more. Floor's cold and hard, unforgivin' as sin. Floor's cold and hard, unforgivin' as sin. Door's cracked and barred, No way to be livin'. Roof's cavin' in, on my tar paper shack. Roof's cavin' in, on my tar paper shack. Cut me some slack. All I lack. Got no knack for livin'. Guess I ain't got no knack, For livin'. My baby done split, She's called it quits. I'm at my wits, wits end, with no money to spend. Can't even manage to sit. Gotta lie down an' take it. My playin' cards, I fold. My queen of hearts is cold. My furniture, sold, an' no one to hold. Got the blues, tar paper blues. No daylight hues to these blues, dark tar paper blues, Just pitch-black, midnight, no-light-in-sight, Tar paper blues.
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