In May 2015, Fingers Flaherty will have the blues again…

Anonymous Blues

Maybe I didn’t treat you like a warrior queen,
You know it’s true, I probably didn’t treat you like a warrior queen.
My hose was way too dry, Lord, to turn her garden green.
There ain’t no name for these blues.

Take that woman off my mind, Lord, kick her out of my head.
Take her off my mind, dear Lord, kick that woman out of my head.
She’s drinkin’ from a different cup, she’s sleepin’ in a lanky stranger’s bed.
There ain’t no name for these blues.

Blues jumpin’ out of the bush, blues crawlin’ on the floor,
Blue’s drippin’ down the walls, blues knockin’ on the door,
Blues scratchin’ at my leg, blues ringin’ in my ear,
Blues smokin’ my cigarette, blues drinkin’ up my beer.

Santa’s crawlin’ up her chimney, Lord, the monkey man is sneakin’ out her back door,
Santa’s in that chimney, Lord, the monkey man’s out that back door.
I’ll be your salty dog, baby, sleepin’ on a pallet on your floor.
There ain’t no name for these blues.

The judge cleared his throat, he said he didn’t want to condemn me.
The judge, he cleared his throat, sayin’ he didn’t want to condemn me.
The blues sat on the jury, Lord, sayin’ they could never set me free.
There ain’t no name for these blues.