Song Length |
1:00 |
Genre |
Blues - Chicago |
Lyrics
Drove in here from an eastern town
All full of smiles and fun
Sang ?You Are My Sunshine?
Til the day was done
I hadn?t been three months or more
When I had to sell the car
The partner that I came with
Left me a lone guitar
Apartment, food took all my time
I couldn?t meet expenses
Then I heard the ring man say
Son come to your senses
Don?t give um no sunshine song
You?ll drown out in the rain
If you want to meet expenses
Give um pain, son, pain.
Chorus
Pain son pain
Drive it like a hammer
Pain son pain
Like twenty in the slammer
Hard on their heart strings
Til they?re black and blue
Pain son pain
It?s been tried and true.
Home I went to the boarding house
Had crackers for a meal
Washed it down with a Campbell?s soup
A warm and friendly feel
Got my feelings in a song
And headed for the street
Sang a lot of loneliness
To everyone I?d meet
Nine weeks later I?m on the street
A man comes up to me
He said you?ve got the sound we want
For records and tv
We?ll start you in the tavern
Three afternoons a week
So grow your hair and cap your teeth
And learn more how to speak,with
Chorus
I?m living in a walkup now
I?m getting better treated
I?m eating in the restaurants
Where you wait to be seated
I?m shopping at the boutiques
For pots and wicker chairs
I got a darling on my elbow
She says she really cares.
I?m over in the tavern
I?m over in the mall
My agent says I?m opening
For a big guy in the fall
The boys down in the boarding house
Got me up on the wall
I still go back we laugh a lot
But I always do recall.
Chorus
Words and music by Emmet Bresnahan
1-506-466-4791
donnaemm@nb.sympatico.ca