A trad. 12 bar blues featuring a dirty elec. piano, hammond organ and a guy with a thrashed voice.
Story behind the song
John posted this lyric at muses muse. It was a full song with a chorus and bridge... It occurred to me that just the verses by themselves told the real story....
Lyrics
Ian Ferrin - Vocals, Keyboards, Bass
Chris Donlon - Drums - (for Beta Monkey Music)
Eviction Blues
Well I pay the bills, and I treat her like a queen
Yes I pay all the bills, and I treat her like a queen
But my baby stayed out all night
And she wouldn't say where she'd been.
Well I said pack your bags, and exercise your feet
Yeah I said pack your bags, and exercise your feet
But my baby called her brothers
And now I'm the one on the street.
Well her two fat brothers, they look like musclebound frogs
Yes her two fat brothers, they look like musclebound frogs
When my baby told me get lost
They changed into junk yard dogs.
I couldn't do nothin, 'cept drop my coat and run
I couldn't do nothin, 'cept drop my coat and run
Yeah my baby stood there grinnin
Like an outlaw pointin a gun.
© 2008 Paragreen and Ferrin
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