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Paul: "Thanks very much ya'll. Give it up for Mike Mayeaux he's gonna step off stage for a sec while we bring up an old friend of mine"
I worked for an organ grinder I was his monkey
Till we had afalling out and he bought him a donkey
And he rode the sunset into Jerusalem
Everyday since I've been chasing after him
And me with poor blind hands feeling for you
As you mercylessly wipe the dirt off of my shoe
And break the law by drinking my mama's home brew
Well I just wanted to appologize see
For getting so mad and for biting his knee
I just got so tired of dancing on a chain
That I shaved my legs and I ran away
And me with my poor blind hands feeling for you
As you mercylessly wipe the dirt off of my shoe
And break the law by drinking my mama's home brew
I soon found out when I hit the streets
That talent and cool ain't thinkgs you can eat
Potential empoyers just couldn't care less
That I was an artist not some flee ridden pest
And me with my poor blind hands feeling for you
As you mercylessly wipe the dirt of my shoe
And break the law by drinking my mama's home brew
I got hungry and remembered the song
That he used to crank with his organ strapped on
I tried a few dance stepps but it weren't the same
Without any tin cup without any chain
And me with my poor blind hands feeling for you
As you mercylessly wipe the dirt of my shoe
And break the law by drinking my mama's home brew
Well I tried to hide my fur with a suit
And I tried to stuff my tail in a boot
And got me a job and learned to say please
But lost it when they caught me swinging from trees
And me with my poor blind hands feeling for you
As you mercylessly wipe the dirt of my shoe
And break the law by drinking my mama's home brew
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse
This woman starts screaming tha tI stole her purse
I said hey lady listen you gotta be wrong
This purse doesn't even go with what you have on
And me with my poor blind hands feeling for you
As you mercylessly wipe the dirt of my shoe
And break the law by drinking my mama's home brew