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Driving down the road at 102,
Too fast, I know, but I had a plan,
I called my baby on her mobile phone,
I said Hi there, it's your man.
I'm coming for now you right away,
Let's take a day off and have fun.
Forget your worries, forget your work
It's time to go out in the sun
She said 'Sorry babe, I'd love to come with you,
But I do you hope you understand
I got too much to do.'
It took me by surprise, I have to admit
But I was not deflated
I headed off to visit my old pal Pat
I knew he would be elated.
He answered the door in a pin stripe suit,
looking like a sharp dressed-man
He said 'I'm always up for a drink with you,
As often as I possibly can,
But this time I can't make it,
And I do you hope you understand
I got too much to do.'
My patience and my phone were running low
Thinking live can be a bitch
I really needed a beer or two
One for the road and one for the ditch.
Thought about my drinkin' buddy James
A partner I knew I could trust
I found him in a terrible state
With me in body . . . . but only just.
He said, 'You can see my predicament man,
And I've lost a good few days
I got too much to do.'
I got home, feeling well down,
I couldn't find a drinking friend
But I knew a person to whom I could turn,
One way this day would end.
I shook my alter ego by the hand.
Poured a beer for me and him
I knew that I needed a serious drink,
As my patience was running real thin,
Then he said, 'Sorry, someone has to tell you son,
And I do hope you'll understand
You got too much to do!'
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from
You give me the blues,
released June 6, 2015
Rowland Jones - vocals & acoustic guitar
Chris Hillman - pedal steel guitar
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