reminds me of an old blues song, I think it went something like this:
Well, I woke up this morning, there's a skunk sittin' at my door. Said I woke up this morning, striped skunk knockin' at my door. You know things ain't smellin' so good roun' here no more.
Well, I looked out my window, there's a swamp, use to be my yard. Said I look't out that window, ole' swamp fill't up my yard. When the blues they hit, man, you know they'll hit you hard.
If it keeps on raining, we shore 'nuff have to roam. Well, if it keeps on rainin' I'm goin' to weep and moan. When the levee breaks, that skunk and I'll leave our home.
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reminds me of an old blues song, I think it went something like this:
Well, I woke up this morning,
there's a skunk sittin' at my door.
Said I woke up this morning,
striped skunk knockin' at my door.
You know things ain't smellin'
so good roun' here no more.
Well, I looked out my window,
there's a swamp, use to be my yard.
Said I look't out that window,
ole' swamp fill't up my yard.
When the blues they hit, man,
you know they'll hit you hard.
If it keeps on raining, we shore 'nuff have to roam.
Well, if it keeps on rainin'
I'm goin' to weep and moan.
When the levee breaks,
that skunk and I'll leave our home.
Forgot to say, when I found this old song in the Library of Congress' Folklife Collection, the title was "Wet Polecat Blues."
Eeuuw!
Nice lyrics! Maybe Dr. Meyer can accompany on guitar.
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