A Piece of String - You Don't Need to Learn the Blues

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A Piece of String

Don't wait till the fields are brown to come and see us again.
You never know what the harvest might bring.
Don't wait to patch the roof till it's pouring down rain.
You don't need to learn the blues to want to sing.

You'll never keep the bitter wind out
With nothing but a corncob and a piece of string.
Don't keep your voices down, make your joy out loud.
You've got a right to make the rafters ring.
And you don't need to learn the blues to want to sing.

Don't wait till the fields are white to come and see us again.
You never know what the winter could bring.
When the wind from that mountain blows, you know we all feel a bit of pain.
But you don't need to learn the blues to want to sing.

You'll never keep the winter wind out
With nothing but a corncob and a piece of string.
Let the neigbors know, sing your joy out loud.
Don't fear to make the rafters ring.
'Cause you don't need to learn the blues to want to sing.

Don't wait till the fields are green to come and see me again.
You never know what the summer may bring.
When you hear that hearse roll along, you know it's too late to call my name.
But you don't need to learn the blues to want to sing.

You'll never keep the summer rain out
With nothing but a corncob and a piece of string.
The only joy that shows is to sing it loud.
You've got to make those rafters ring.
'Cause you don't need to know the blues to want to sing.


Found this, wanted to put it in with my poetry.

Hugs,
Erin

Comments

no mo' blues???

I never hear no blues no more
No, I don't hear no blues no more
Didn't in Dallas, didn't in Memphis, Nowhere in all a Tennessee
Ain't been lately to Clarksdale, Chicago, or Big Easy
But I don't never hear no blues no more. I just never do.

Down at the Crossroads, it's all twitter, Beale Street is writing blogs,
Jelly just won't roll no more; Willy, he learned to see.
Tie me to a whipping post, and post about it too
Heard a whippoorwill last night, midnight trains still roll
But I just never hear no Blues no more
No, I don't hear no blues no more. I just never do.

Would Etta rather go blind? Stevie Ray gonna fly;
Dwayne and Eric got axes only to grind.
Can ya' take a piece a Janis on youtube,
Waters still muddy, but has Lucille done ceased to be.
'Cuz I just never hear no Blues no more
No, I don't hear no blues no more. Just never do.

OK, not so much to the point (and I all ready did my poem for this year, this is kind of old.), but the blues always - used too - make me happy! Do we got to learn them? Anyone? But the fields are already brown here (no rain), and I like to come and visit.