My job is tough and I work hard, but I’m grateful for employment.
Yeah I’m a slave, my job is rough; at least I got employment.
Now my workday’s done, it’s time for fun
But I’m too tired for enjoyment.
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
P.S. to BottledBlondJeanie…your lyrics are arousing and your profile is intriguing. E me sometime. 
I been so sad an’ lonely, Lord, I’m down on my luck.
Yeah, I been so sad an’ lonely; I’m down on my luck.
Lord, please send me a purty woman–
One that likes to…uh…kiss.
preferably from the South
but with teeth in her mouth,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
Learning to play the gee-tar
Trying to strum and play
Learning to play the gee-tar baby
But my fingers get in the way!
Sittin’ in my office
Really gots to pee
But the john is too far gone
The walk’s over two hunnert feet
So I crosses my legs
I jiggles my feet
I squirm and I squirm
But I don’t leave my seat
That’s cuz’ I’m lazy, woman
I jes hope it ain’t too late
That’s right I’m lazy, ol’ hoss
Too lazy to urinate
Here we go again: it’s the story of my life.
Here we go again: it’s the story of my life.
This lovely gal comes on to me…
But she’s someone else’s wife.
good at backdoor escapes,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
Woke up this mornin’
The Blues was sittin’ on my face
Yeaaa, woke up this mornin’
And them Blues was sittin’ on my face
I thought I had em about licked
But I had to get on up
and joiiiinnn the human race.
I’m feelin’ sad and weary.
Feel like I’m in a rut.
That man I been lovin’,
Won’t let me near his butt.
He gives me all his kisses,
And all his dicky too.
But he won’t give me no booty,
To chase away these blues.
Readin’ these here poems, you know you just can’t beat it,
Readin’ these here poems, you know you just can’t beat it,
But that post from Ms. Hillbilly,
It made me wish I didn’t read it.
Them Anal Blues by hillbilly queen I really didn’t mind.
So she’s a little kinky-- the gal’s still mighty kind.
If she ever got the notion to come and visit me
The queen is always welcome to play with my behind.
I wanna be your Backdoor Man,
Tennessee “Hurtin’ Liver” Hippie
I need I say I need me a fix-
I need it real bad-
started Weight Watchers on Monday
a coupla apples is all I done had
I got the starvin’ and it’s only 5 pm BLUUUUUUEEEEESSSSSS
woke up dis mornin’
soft pecker in my hand
baby said she’s gonna leave
for a fully funk-shun-al man,
got them hung-down, brung-down, lo-down no good can’t-get-a-hard-on blues.
I’m feeling full and stuffed
Too much steak and onion
I think I’m gonna puke
i’ve got those overeatin blues.
A little ice cream I did eat.
A bit of apple pie.
A plateful of caesar salad.
a half gallon of milk.
I’ve got those overeatin blues.
First night that we met, you said I was good-lookin’
First time I fixed you dinner, you said you loved my cookin’
But now you up an’ gone, babe
And left me sad an’ shooken.
You cried me a river and I cried a river, too
You cried me a river and I cried a river, too
Yeah, you cried me a river, babe
Cuz I fried a liver for you.
Tennessee “D.T.” McGhee
All this time gone by, I done avoided this thread
Fo reasons I don’t know why, I done avoided this thread
And now that I clicked on that link
My cookies done marked it “read”
it’s startin’ to get to me, I’m feelin’ low as dirt
it’s startin’ to get to me, I’m feelin’ low as dirt
ain’t no woman to hold an’ love me
I be sad an’ sick an’ hurt.
Peace and Love to All,
Tennessee “Blue Balls” Johnson
My baby she just changes her mind
My baby she just changes her mind
She don’t know if she wants to love me
but she spends my money all the time
I like shagging sheep
I like shagging sheep
I’ve got those… sheep shagging blues
I like to drive them home
I like to hear them moan
I like to shag them in my car
I like to hear them baaaaaaa…
I like shagging sheep
I like shagging sheep
I’ve got those… sheep shagging bluuuues!
(I swear I did not write this! Copyright belongs to an English bloke I met. When we used to drink, he would break out the guitar and and this song. Classic!)
I’m gettin’ ready (da-da-da-da-dum)- ready to go to bed
I got so much goin’ (da-da-da-da-dum) - goin’ on in my head
don’t know if I can sleep - but sleepin’s what I need
gotta work in the mornin’ - gotta make some green…
Yeah-eh - I’m off to - dream - dream - dream
hope I find what I need
dream - dream - dream
make me some green
dream - dream - dream…
dream - dream - dream…
It’s a quarter to six and I got no clues.
It’s a quarter to six and I got no clues.
I’m hooked on this thread
But I got no tunes in my head–
Got the early mornin’ Writer’s Block Blues.
y’all have a good day,
Tennessee “Achin’ Bones” Jones
Hangin on the boards, wrote the funniest post you ever seen
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I got those slow SDMB blues…