The Woodshed Blues lyrics

Somebody slammed on the table to say we was finished Well, that was alright 'cause our good sense had long since diminished And everyone was blind from staring way down past their noses The old times were swinging again, the subject was roses The newspaper man said you're crazy to let it go sour He said I was singing your praises last night in the shower But a fool is a fool when he starts believing his poses The glasses were drained again, the subject was roses two-three-four He reached for his wallet and started to show me a picture I reached for my bible and started to read from