My baby she done left me, I’m sleepin’ all alone.
My baby she done left me, I’m sleepin’ all alone.
Ain’t no letters in my mailbox, ain’t no ringin’ on my phone.
your turn,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
TNhippie lookin’ for a free ride
TNhippie lookin’ for a free ride
Gonna have to write his own songs
(insert rhyming line here)
sittin’ at the ‘puter, waitin’ for the board to load
ima sittin’ at the ‘puter, waitin’ for the board to load
wait so long, my doggone beer ain’t cold
big essvee
Ah wanna roll my baby, roll my baby in the bed
Ah wanna rock’n’roll my baby, roll him in the bed
But my baby just sits in front of the Playstation instead
(Ah’m gonna shoot that man)
If I had me twenty dollars, that’s really all I needs.
If I had me twenty dollars, that’s really all I needs.
My whiskey bottle’s empty an’ I’m down to stems an’ seeds.
Blues ain’t nothin’ but a good soul feelin’ bad,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
I got me twenty dollars, but I can’t get the hookup
I got me twenty dollars, but I can’t get the hookup
I’m outta consolation got no numbers left to lookup
I’m readin’ all this stuff that goes by here on this board
And I cannot think of nuthin’ to type, Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
You’ve got me stumped
Oh yeah you got me stumped.
And I’m so blue, cause when I do
I will probably just get trumped.
Looking at the back a my husband’s head
as he’s play’n Everquest.
Wish he’d take the baby so I could get some rest.
If he don’t get off soon
I’m gonna kick him to the moon,
'cause it time for me to get on the board.
I got the single computer blues, yeah.
Deadlines running me circles,
Committments running me ragged.
If that User calls me one more time,
I think I’m gonna be doing some time.
This gotta be done by then,
that best be done by when?,
PB to Java, VMS to UNIX,
And one more thing, this shell needs a fix
One more program break, I think I’m gonna crack,
and that boss o’ mine, won’t never get off my back,
I got me the Conversion Blues.
[background]He got him the Conversion Blues[/background]
[background]He got him the Conversion Blues[/background]
[background]Poor Big Cheesie, you know he gonna lose[/background]
[background]Cuz he got him the Conversion Blues[/background]
The juke joint where I hang out at is dirty, dark, and old.
Yeah, the juke joint I hang out at is dirty, dark, and old.
The beer is always warm, but the womens is ice-cold.
wannabe a bluesman,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
This gal I met last night, she’s crazy and she’s mean.
This gal I met last night, she’s crazy and she’s mean.
Says she loves me but she hates me…
And done run out of Thorazine.
codependent blues,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
Be careful what you pray for, you know you just might get it.
Be careful what you pray for, you know you just might get it.
That gal she done moved in with me…but I’m startin’ to regret it.
better to be alone than wishing you were,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
Sittin’ at the ‘puter… think I’m gonna cry.
Sittin’ at the 'puter… think I’m gonna cry.
Because a novice poster
Wants to know the third word that ends in -gry.
The Blues they done got me: I’s feelin’ mighty lame.
The Blues they got me down: I’ll never be the same.
No posts for 3 days now…won’t nobody play my game?
if the whiskey don’t kill me, the womens will,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
Went to Looziann last week
Went to a wedding there
I ate the crawfish, I ate the catfish
And now I’m payin’ through my derriere
Yes, I’m runnin’, baby
Yes, I’m a runnin’
Cuz’ I gots me the improperly prepared seafood blues
Now that was funny.
hope ya feel better soon,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
Sittin on my ass at work, feelin’ like a bum
Thinkin’ to myself I really wanna get me some
So, I’ll just go home tonight and play till I cum…
What dat woman’s problem? Wuz it somp’m I said?
What dat woman’s problem? Lawdy, wuz it somp’m I said?
I didn’t mean it, honey. Come on back to bed.
I lost on the slot machine, and in poker I’m no threat
I lost on the slot machine, and in poker I’m no threat
Take it from me, my boy, online gambling is a losing bet.
Da DUH
da DUH
Well, it taste like pisswater
It don’t go down so good
It don’t taste at all
Like a real beer should
I got me them
mean ol’ Labatt’s Blues
(insert Stevie Ray Vaughan-like guitar solo)
(Canadians will get this one)