Marty Straub - 12 Bars Blue

Flight 507 flew in from Dallas
Sue stepped off crying. She said, Who's Alice
I said, She's just someone who's no one, so don't get so upset
There's hardly any mem'ry left inside me to forget
When I miss you, I drink the stew inside these 12 bars blue

She said, Don't tell me you've lost your memory
I heard the dirt from her husband Henry
I said, You don't know what you're saying. Her husband Henry's dead
Some red-hot barmaid, Dinah, might o' blasted off his head
She said, It's true!! So that was YOU when those 12 bars blew

I daresn't doddle, but doodle little
I'm fit for bottle, but not for fiddle
I'm not in shape for haulin' ass, so let those Mounties come
I'm dining in my glass. You know I'm not just acting dumb
She told the screws, I've got good news. He's playin' 12-bar blues

Judge said my travel she's gonna limit
When I smell trouble, I double back in it
My life's a nutshell in a cold cell. I still say, Alice who
There's 12 bars out my window and 12 on them, too
I think of Sue, and drink to stew, behind those 12 bars. Blue
I think of Sue, and drink my stew, behind those 12 bars. Blue

Written by:
Marty Straub

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