Joe's Blues

(albüm: Songs For The Daily Planet - 1994)

You can't groove on dope
You can't groove on wine
If you're trying to catch a groove on TV, man
You're wasting your time

Well, you can't do what you want
You won't get far
You know the only way to groove
Is on a bass guitar

You find a loose bit of rhythm
Then you lock in tight
Yes, you roll on it over and over
Till it sounds just exactly right

You can learn to sing lead
If you need to be a star
But the only way to groove
Is on a bass guitar

It fills out the bottom, dirty and mean
Down right greasy when the sound man's clean
The eyes in the room, they all looking at the star
The butts are all shaking to the bass guitar

You could dress real cool
And wear dark shades
You might be sleek, sharp
And shiny just like a razor blade

You drive around town
In a long black car
But the only way to groove
Is on a bass guitar

It fills out the bottom, dirty and mean
Down right grunge when the sound guy's clean
The eyes in the room, they's all looking at the star
The butts are all shaking to the bass guitar

Play it for me one time, my brother
You know me friend
The good doctor Joe Murrey brought me this song

He told me it was the perfect country
And western song
I told him it was not the perfect country
And western song

'Cause it didn't mention momma
It didn't mention trucks
Hell, it didn't even have a country beat
It's more of a jazz thing and it's about bass

I dunno what he's talking about
Check him out though, he's good
Joe, do something
Yes, you can do what you want