True Blues
True Blues
ain't no new news
'bout who's been abused
for the blues is as old
as my stolen soul.
I sang the blues when the missionaries came
pa**ing out Bibles in Jesus' name.
I sang the blue in hull of the ship
beneath the sting of the slavemaster's whip.
I sang the blues when the ship anchored
the dock
my family being sold on a slave block.
I sang the blues being torn from my first born
and hung my head and cried
when my wife took his life
and then committed suicide.
I sang the blues on the slavemaster's
plantation
helping him build his tree nation.
I sang the blues in the cotton field
hustlin' to make the daily yield.
I sang the blues when he forced my woman
to bed.
Lord Knows I wish he was dead
I sang the blues on the run
ducking the dogs and dodging the gun.
I sang the blues hangin' from the tree
in a desperate attempt to break free.
I sang the blue from sun up to down
cursing the master when he wasn't around.
I sang the blues in all his wars
dying for someone uknown cause.
I sang the blues in the high tone, low moan,
load groan, soft grunt, hard funk!
I sang the blues on land, sea and air
about who, when, why and where.
I sang the blues in church on Sunday.
slavin' on Monday
misused on Tuesday.
abused on Wednesday.
accused on Thursday.
fried alive on Friday
and died on Saturday.
Sho'nuff singin the blues.
I sang the blues in the summer, fall, winter
and spring.
I know sho'nuff the blues is my thing.
I sang the backwater blues.
Rhythm and blues.
Gospel blues.
St. Louis blues
Crosstown blues.
Chicago blues.
Mississipi Goddam blues.
The Watts blues.
Harlem blues.
Hough blues.
Gutbucket blues.
Funky junkie blues.
I sang the up north cigarette cough blues.
The down south strung out the side of my
mouth blues.
I sang the blues black.
I sang the blues blacker.
I sang the blues blackest.
I sang about my sho'nuff blue blackeness..
