It's The Blues - Doug MacLeod

'S all about a trip that me and George Smith took to Oakland, California.

They said: «Fellas, when you get up there, we’re gonna have everything for you.

Have your rooms, everything you need.

All you gotta do is just get up there.»

When we got up there we found out that they were sleepin' three guys to one

room.

Had to put me on the box spring, George on a mattress, Bill Clarke was

over by the heater

Duh, we weren’t alone in there either.

George had to beat the mattress and the

box springs with a stick to get all the fleas outa them.

We didn’t get much

sleep, but we got this song, called: «It's the Blues»!

Travelin' down this ole highway

I’m tryin' to stay alive

I don’t know where I’m sleepin'

Or if my money

Ole George is smokin' Pall Mall

He tellin' me all about his life

There’s been a whole lot of things wrong

He just talk about what’s right

Oh, it’s the blues

Yeah, it’s the blues

Yes, boy, it’s the blues

I see the stage is lit

The band is doin' their thing

I pop a note on my guitar

I’m makin' rhythm for the king

Ole George, he play harmonica

I see the women on their knees

But when this night is over

It’s me an' George an' the fleas

Yeah, that’s the blues

Oh, it’s the blues

Yes, boy, it’s the blues

Now, when the road you’re up

It can play on your mind

I have a few bits of George

Which all compare sometime

Ole George, he like a teacher

He got his masters in dues

He say, «You just keep on steppin'

'Cause you can sure play some blues»

Yeah, that’s the blues

Oh, it’s the blues

It’s the blues

Hey George!

Yes, Dubb

You feel like playin' us somethin'

I feel like blowin' you some blues

We sure like to hear some

Alright, here we go