The Long Goodbye

Momma you walk too fast
I can't keep up with you
I'm still a little child
The way is hard

This road's too long and now you've gone so far
That you can't see me waving goodbye
Momma I love you and I miss you though you are here
Beside me

Wish I could turn the time
Wish I could stay the tide
Wish you remembered me

This road's too long and now you've gone so far
That you can't see me waving goodbye
Momma I love you and I miss you though you are here
Beside me

Broken Wing

She's been walking all night long
No place to rest her head
She's a restless shadow
slipping past the dreamers
But then the morning comes
and she's still standing strong

Hear her sing
I can fly with a broken wing
Faith will carry me
I can fly with a broken wing
Right into love

Sad Days Comin'

I'm swimmin' in a river of tears
Sad days comin' since you went away
And left me standin' alone on a mountain of blues

R.I.P.

Issac Hayes

08/20/1942 - 08/10/2008

Alex "Lil' Bill" Wallace

10/20/1924 - 08/10/2008

Hosea Leavy

11/26/1927 - 08/12/2008

Jerry Wexler

01/10/ 1917 – 08/15/2008

Little Arthur Duncan

02/5/1934 - 08/20/ 2008

Phil Guy

04/28/1940 - 08/20/ 2008

Mainly Writing Blues

Write me hard
I need some Black Snake words
Slip me in between some sweet blue notes
And drown me in your tears

Write me hard
I need some Black Snake words
Sing me all the way down
And let me rise up out of here
When the music comes I got no more fears

Write me hard
Slip in some sweet blue notes
Play me like a slide guitar
I need some Black Snake words
So tell me, tell me you're comin' back to town
Let me write you, write you hard

In The Mood For Some Slow, Cool Blue?

Red Car

Red car licking flame down neon-soaked streets,
leaves me stranded in white vapor
and it feels like dreaming.

Standing under cool blues raining down from rooftops,
pouring out of open windows
feels like leaving.

There's an angel living in an ivory tower;
she burns like Vulcan's fire.
She keeps a golden cat tied to a platinum chain
but he still sleeps with one eye open
'cause he knows that she's not tame.
He lays no blame.
She's his atonement. He is her sin.

Standing under cool blues raining down from rooftops,
pouring out of open windows.
Feels like leaving.

Red car licking flame
down neon-soaked streets
leaves me stranded in white vapor
and it feels like dreaming.

Over in the alley that's where John lives,
backed against a wall.
Ragged fingernails and clothes -
he was us once, such a long, long time ago.

He prays for love and for forgiveness.
He prays for all the passers by.
He prays his Mother,
will come to take him home.
Those tears are blood, they're invocations.
See how he's pinned?
No one's going to take him in.

Standing under cool blues raining down from rooftops,
pouring out of windows.
Feels like leaving.

Red car, neon-soaked, white vapor dream.
Feels like dying, crying, dreaming.
Feels like leaving.