text: FUMBLING WITH THE BLUES
  Friday left me fumblin with the blues
  And its hard to win when you always lose
  Because the nightspots spend your spirit
  Beat your head against the wall
  Two dead ends and youve still got to choose
  You know the bartenders they all know my name
  And they catch me when Im pulling up lame
  And Im a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
  When I should be living clean instead
  You know the ladies Ive been seeing off and on
  Well they spend your love and then theyre gone
  You cant be lovin someone who is savage and cruel
  Take your love and then they leave on out of town, no they do
  Well now fallin in love is such a breeze
  But its standin up thats so hard for me
  I wanna squeeze you but Im scared to death Id break your back
  You know your perfume well it wont let me be
  And you know the bartenders all know my name
  And they catch me when Im pulling up lame
  And Im a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head
  When I should be living clean instead
  Well, come on baby let your love light shine
  Gotta bury me inside of your fire
  Because your eyes are nough to blind me
  Youre like a-looking at the sun
  You gotta whisper tell me Im the one
  Come on and whisper tell me Im the one
  Gotta whisper tell me Im the one
  Come on and whisper tell me Im the one
  DRUNK ON THE MOON
  Tight-slack clad girls on the graveyard shift
  Neath the cement stroll, catch the midnight drift
  Cigar chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest
  Grifting hot horse tips on whos running the best
  And Im blinded by the neon
  Dont try and change my tune
  Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
  Im drunk on the moon
  And the moons a silver slipper, its pouring champagne stars
  And Broadways like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars
  Laramer is teeming with that undulating beat
  And some Bonneville is screaming, its way wilder down the street
  And Im blinded by the neon
  Dont try and change my tune
  I thought I heard a saxophone
  Im drunk on the moon
  Hearts flutter and race, the moons on the wane
  Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain
  Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight
  As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound, and it cuts through the night
  And Ive hawked all my yesterdays
  Dont try and change my tune
  Cause I thought I heard a saxophone
  Im drunk on the moon
  VIRGINIA AVENUE
  Well, Im walkin down Virginia Avenue
  Im tryin to find somebody to tell my troubles to
  Harolds club is closin, everybodys goin on home
  Whats a poor sailor to do?
  I guess Ill get on back into my short, make it back to the fort
  Sleepin off the craziness thats inside of my brain
  Got to be some place thats better than this
  This life Im leadins drivin me insane
  And Im dreamin
  And Im dreamin to the twilight, cause this town has got me down
  Ive seen all of the highlights, Ive been walkin it around
  I wont make a fuss, Ill take a Greyhound bus
  Carry me away from here, now what have I got to lose?
  Im just a-walkin down Columbus Avenue
  Bars are all closin, cause its quarter to two
  Every town I go to is like a lock without a key
  The blues I leave behind keep catchin up on me
  Catchin up on me
  Theyre catchin up on me
  Catchin up on me
  Catchin up on me
  Catchin up on me