Letter Writing Blues
I've been writing blues this evening
held my pencil as it cried.
Yes, I'm scrawlin' blue and grieving
while the guitar whined I sighed
cause when I read your letters
the blues can't keep me satisfied.
Teardrops keep me sinking
like a baby in a crib.
Tears will keep me drinking
like this baby needs a bib.
I can try to drown my sorrows
before they soak my bed.
If you were a cheatin' lover
I'd have anger keep me warm.
If you were a double-dealer
I'd let anger turn to storm.
Though you may let me simmer
it's these miles that do the harm.
My lips can take a beating
they've been long without a kiss.
My lips could use the breathing
they long to feel your kiss.
But my heart can't hold out woman
no more lonesome nights of this.