Alone in the bedroom, four hours 'til dawn
Rainy day coming, sunny days gone.
Shut up, birds, don't sing me no coos
Light's off in the kitchen, Papa's got blues.
He smiles, he lies, you shake the man's hand
But he'll never tell you just where you stand
Until it's too late, you've got nothing to choose
Light's off in the kitchen, Papa's got blues.
Snake in the night, warm eggs he can steal,
Headlights come at you, drunk at the wheel,
Babies ain't cheap, the lawyer will sue,
Light's off in the kitchen, Papa's got blues.
from Babcock
© Copyright 1996 by Joe Cottonwood