Way Down Here

(album: Way Down Here - 2022)

Yeah
The bottom of the barrel, it looks just like the top
I been turning this thing over in my mind and I can't stop
On the long slow trip to the middle
Where there's nothing much to see
I popped my cork and lit a cigarette
Singing "poor, poor, pitiful me"
But don't nobody wanna hear it
And baby, I agree
Yeah, I'm way down here where don't nobody ever wanna be

Now when I look back on Memphis
The money's all I see
I've heard we had some good times
That don't ring no bells for me
And your kin folk down in Dallas
(Goddamn, I never did like that town)
And the police down in crowder
Captain Who's It's What's His Clown
Guess everybody saw it coming
Maybe 'cept for you and me
How we wound up down where don't nobody ever wanna be

I chew with the teeth god gave me
And I spit with an angels tongue
When the first one fell, drug me to hell
I said, damned, now ain't this fun
I guess I never was good at lonely
So I came round to call for tea
Way down here where don't nobody ever wanna be
Alright

Well
Tommy won't be around forever
And I always did like his style
It's a be bop beat with a poetic streak
And a carnie barking satchmo smile
You do what you do till it's over
Then you do what you can to get by
Baby, I don't know how low I go
With this cockroach dream to survive
So I'm doubling down on nothing
Some hands you gotta see to believe
Way down here where don't nobody ever wanna be

I don't wanna hear about all gods blessings
From sea to shining sea
From some pew jumping man with a Jim Jones plan
Promising to set me free
I bought a bouquet of fresh dead flowers
And a bottle of Beaujolais
I'll get drunk between your thighs then close my eyes
Pretending that I don't pray
That you'll love me, while you have me
And when I leave, don't follow me
Way down here where don't nobody ever wanna be
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