Twelve Bar Blues - John Anderson

Well I’m lookin' for my woman, she slapped me in the face

She walked out on me, running towards that big rat race

I’ve searched a dozen places trying to find the one she’d choose

It’s a quarter past eleven, Lord, and I’ve got the twelve bar blues

Well I should be home a-thinkin', with my phone book and my chair

Let my fingers do the drinkin' call and ask if she’s been there

It would have saved me 30 dollars, Lord, saved the soles on my new shoes

Saved a half a pound of Tylenol and a gauge of the twelve bar blues

Well I counted on her lovin' and I tell it on my friends

Counted boys on all my fingers when I bent the two cents in

Askin' everybody and finally found someone who knew

She was down in Club 13, Lord, and I’ve got the twelve bar blues

Since she was down in Club 13, Lord, and I’ve got the twelve bar blues