A song about being away too long, partying too much, and missing home.
blues
philboking
Story behind the song
Written when I was far from my family, it is a sort of stream of consciousness mess of lyrics strung over a non-traditional 8-bar blues form.
Lyrics
If the buzzards in the bag,
and the whiskeys in the cupboard
Break out your bottle girl,
And pour me a drink right now
Aint nobody shouts for joy
when the taxman comes a calling
Takes your money, goes out running,
Leaves a poor man in your chair
So stay here tonight
And help finish off this bottle
Aint no way to make it right
So we might just as well party down all night again
On the road, its no trouble
to keep the wheels between the lines
I should be back by dawn
If my tired old car dont die
So leave my drink in your bottle
Leave my wallet full of green.
And Ill be back by tomorrow
And I'll tell you what I seen
So keep your door open
and dont turn out the light
Soon Ill hold you tight
And we might just as well party down all night again