August Blues

I’m  busted down, but not broken,

And overcome with joy, enough to keep 

everyone else in the room annoyed.

Some days are just wasted(x2) on wastin’ time

Pony in a pool hall

Call it billiards and say it’s 

suppose to rhyme 

Banjos in the barroom 

rack-em’ up again baby

baby one more time

Can a bus fly me to the moon?

Or October sober me into June?

Well I don’t know about you

But I’m headed for a train wreck

Chasing girls after these August blues

Sandman in my supper, it’s cold in Detroit 

Spend half the time worried about nothin’

and the other half worried about truth

Don’t know what’s wrong with me darlin’

Some days are just wasted(x2) on wastin’ time

Pony in the pool hall

Call it billiards and say it’s 

suppose to rhyme 

Banjos in the barroom 

rack-em’ up again baby

baby one more time

Can a bus fly me to the moon?

Or October sober me into June

Well I don’t know about you

But I’m headed for a train wreck

Chasing girl after these August blues

          ~Dennis William Murphy