The No Name Blues have a name.
Original and free. Lyrics included. Creative Commons.
I can waltz for free if I woke up without a reason
I’d be the first one on the road
If I woke up and I couldn’t see
I’d be beside the driver with a hand on the wheel
If I can’t bring home the bacon
Man, don’t blame it on me
When I can’t bring home the honey
I get as far away as I can be
The drummer keeps on drumming
He doesn’t know what else to do
And me I’m just stuck strumming
With these no good, no name blues
If I couldn’t find a good reason
There’s so much that you would assume
I’d be out there with a gun
Shooting turkeys in the afternoon
Oh the sun’s too bright in this town
And It never goes down, it never goes down
When everyone stands together
Then they make an easy target
Yeah, the holster’s made of leather
But there’s nothing in it
The drummer keeps on drumming
He doesn’t know what else to do
And me I’m just stuck strumming
With these no good, no name blues
The drummer keeps on drumming
He doesn’t know what else to do
And me I’m stuck on a second bar
With these no good, no name blues
Oh, if you’re kind you won’t slay me
Even though I won’t ask much from you
But forgiveness ain’t unkind so sue me
Just another white boy singing the blues
The drummer keeps on drumming
He doesn’t know what else to do
And me I’m just stuck with writer’s block
With these no good, no name blues
Oh, they’ll have to do for you x2
