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"Barroom Blues"
C. Steven Blue performs "Barroom Blues"
@ Carry On @ Cush, Eugene, OR - 10/7/2014
From the books:
S.O.S. ~ Songs Of Sobriety ~ A Personal Journey Of Sobriety
and
WORDSONGS-3, Recovery
C. Steven Blue performs "Barroom Blues"
@ Carry On @ Cush, Eugene, OR - 10/7/2014
From the books:
S.O.S. ~ Songs Of Sobriety ~ A Personal Journey Of Sobriety
and
WORDSONGS-3, Recovery
“Barroom Blues”
Standing here
At the edge of the bar,
Wine glass in my hand.
My eyes are red
And you can see their sadness,
But I just don’t understand.
Why won’t you come over
And talk to me?
I want to be a part of you
You all seem so happy
But I . . .
I just don’t know what to do.
I’ve got these silent, withdrawn,
Barroom blues
Again.
Don’t know how
I can go on anymore,
I think it’s the end.
Yeah, I’ve got these silent, withdrawn,
Barroom blues
Once again,
And no matter what happens,
It seems . . .
like I just can’t win.
–4 bars rest–
Why am I HERE ALONE
At the end of the bar?
Think I’ll have another shot!
Then maybe you’ll think
I’m good enough,
‘Cause I sure want what you’ve got.
Why can’t I
Just quit this drinkin’
And get on with my life?
Where is mine—where is she--
And why is everything
So screwed up in my life?
–4 bars rest–
I’ve got these silent, withdrawn,
Barroom blues
Again.
Don’t know how
I can go on anymore,
I think it’s the end.
Yes, I’ve got these silent, withdrawn
Barroom blues
Once again,
And no matter what happens,
It seems . . .
like I just can’t win.
No I just can’t win!
No I just can’t win!
I’m so messed up!
I’ve been here
So many times before.
Think I’ll just, uh . . . drink
Till I black out in the back of my car.
Then nothing will matter
Or hurt . . . anymore!
Barroom blues!
No I just can’t win
© C. Steven Blue 4/27/1991
Standing here
At the edge of the bar,
Wine glass in my hand.
My eyes are red
And you can see their sadness,
But I just don’t understand.
Why won’t you come over
And talk to me?
I want to be a part of you
You all seem so happy
But I . . .
I just don’t know what to do.
I’ve got these silent, withdrawn,
Barroom blues
Again.
Don’t know how
I can go on anymore,
I think it’s the end.
Yeah, I’ve got these silent, withdrawn,
Barroom blues
Once again,
And no matter what happens,
It seems . . .
like I just can’t win.
–4 bars rest–
Why am I HERE ALONE
At the end of the bar?
Think I’ll have another shot!
Then maybe you’ll think
I’m good enough,
‘Cause I sure want what you’ve got.
Why can’t I
Just quit this drinkin’
And get on with my life?
Where is mine—where is she--
And why is everything
So screwed up in my life?
–4 bars rest–
I’ve got these silent, withdrawn,
Barroom blues
Again.
Don’t know how
I can go on anymore,
I think it’s the end.
Yes, I’ve got these silent, withdrawn
Barroom blues
Once again,
And no matter what happens,
It seems . . .
like I just can’t win.
No I just can’t win!
No I just can’t win!
I’m so messed up!
I’ve been here
So many times before.
Think I’ll just, uh . . . drink
Till I black out in the back of my car.
Then nothing will matter
Or hurt . . . anymore!
Barroom blues!
No I just can’t win
© C. Steven Blue 4/27/1991
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