Backwater Blues - Uncle Dave Macon

And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling With a knife to open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change And when I shoulda been gone a long time Laughs and says, I find ways Just when we're sheltered under paper The rockets come at us sideways Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change Hey, I'm blind Good, fine Roll the time On whose dime And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' through the ceiling With a knife to open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change

Let me tell you all a little story About how life just doesn't always go the way you want it to It goes a little something like this Well I got a man He ain't got a job Well that man He's great big slob He sits on the couch Just drinking a beer Well that man Better get on out of here I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Well I got a boss He's a real reptile He's so low He'd steal your last smile He takes you to work Then hits on the girls He's more nuts Than 50 squirrels I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Whoah yeah Well I got a friend His wife's so fat He's got it so bad His kid's such a brat He plays his guitar On busted up strings 'Cause his woman She wants diamond rings I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Take it away, Robbie Oh I got the blues You know I got them blues I got the blues Yeah, I got them blues I got the blues The blues about the blues blues Ohhh Aww, quit your bitching Hahaha

Some comes walkin' and some comes lame Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along Some comes walkin' in my Jesus' name Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh Lord, I'll meet you at the station When the train comes along Sins of years are washed away Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along Darkest hour is changed to day Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh Lord, I'll meet you at the station When the train comes along Doubts and fears are borne along Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along Sorrow changes into song Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh Lord, I'll meet you at the station When the train comes along Ease and wealth become as dross Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along All my boast is in the cross Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh Lord, I'll meet you at the station When the train comes along Selfishness is lost in love Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along All my treasures are above Gonna meet you at the station when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Lord, I'll meet you at the station When the train comes along Oh, when the train comes along Oh Lord, I'll meet you at the station When the train comes along

I'se gwine down town for to buy me a sack of flour Gwine cook it every hour Keep my skillet good and greasy all the time, time, time Keep my skillet good and greasy all the time I'se chickens in my sack, bloodhounds on my track I'm pullin' for my shanty home, home, home I'm pullin' for my shanty home If they beat me to the door, I'll put 'em under the floor Keep my skillet good and greasy all the time, time, time Keep my skillet good and greasy all the time I'se a-walking down the street and I stoled a ham of meat Got my skillet good and greasy all the time, time, time Got my skillet good and greasy all the time I'se gwine to the hills gwine to buy me a jug of brandy Gwine give it all to Mandy Keep her good and drunk and boozy all the time, time, time Keep her good and drunk and boozy all the time Honey, if you say so, I'll never work-a no more I'll lay round your shanty all the time, time, time I'll lay round your shanty all the time There's a man on the log, finger on the trigger and eye on the hog Gun it went blip and the bullet it went zip Fell on the hog with all of his grip Got my skillet good and greasy all the time Got my skillet good and greasy all the time

Pile of postcards across the front yard All of 'em worried you didn't need the same It's gettin cold We're gettin older If I sound hurried, I ain't running away I'm only chasing The paper on the pavement, playing country tunes Bracing, bracing for the pain I don't see coming soon Tell me about your day while I lay on top of you Or sit across from you I'm hard to watch I know I lost my touch Cut my hair and then it never grew Took a Greyhound, then I was southbound Georgia on my mind right next to you Round New Jersey I was getting wordy I'll send a bird to sing "I love you, too" Wait a week some You know I'll see you, hon But I better get there before these papers do It's always raining Like the song we love that's double both our ages Changing like the seasons and their reasons not for staying long Like the wind, and the tide Baby you and I can meet in Macon Get to shakin Our records playin