Dumbass Blues
words and music by Stephen Barling

Mama used to make me up a mess-o-peas
Take me back now baby to the seventies
tell me how low...
got the dumbass blues
Ain't got no shoes but 'cept what left me with the dumbass blues

Papa always messin' with those sack-o-leaves
used to be the times was you could stand the breeze
tell me how low...
got the dumbass blues
got a case full o brews but it jes' leaves you with the dumbass blues

Sister went to make herself a candy snack
Mama gone and snuck in with the tater sack
tell me how low
you got the dumbass blues
You neither win nor you lose but it still leaves you with the dumbass blues

Maybe ride a camel in Afghamistam
come to New York City you can drive the van
tell me how low
you got the dumbass blues
You got a beef with the Jews but it just leaves you with the dumbass blues
You'll neither win nor you'll lose but it'll leave you with the dumbass blues

© 2001 GNILSONGS

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