Mo’ Slower Blues

Saw you getting dropped down and it took me into a bounds I saw bleary blowin' or red-eyed on the outskirts of town I saw a pistol-packin' mama heel shoes Well I guess it's the same ol' thing I got the mo' slower blues Well I saw the sun sinking low behind a little dark hanging cloud I went to see a musical band on a Tuesday but they weren't very loud I saw a rusty hacksaw on a sittin' down speaking the truth I guess it's the same ole thing I got the mo' slower blues Well I saw a bank being robbed, they had no money in the till About the same time the power's going Out, took the refrigerator away from a chill And then I saw a Vogue fashion model, you know she didn't have a clue Yeah, I guess it's the same ole thing I got the mo' so slower blues, slower blue