歌词
He was a quiet soul, he was a lazy dude
He was a thinking man
He had a trophy wife from when he ruled the roost
But that was back in ‘Nam
He used to play guitar in the local bar
Until his fingers bled
And now he plays alone on a driftwood porch
Where the cows are fed
And yes my trousers are grey
But my heart stays gold ‘til my dying day
I don’t respond to authority
But I’ve got a blues harp in the key of C
The modern man can cloud my life
Mock my car, repossess my wife
But he won’t get far and he won’t get me
Coz I’ve got a blues harp in the key of C
He returned from work once
Lethargic from effort but out on release
His wife was in bed with next door’s gas man
Who was tanned to the teeth
His dog had been snagged by a passing train
And now he’s ten miles East
When a freakish turn from mother earth
Turned the whole scene to grief
And yes my trousers are grey
But my heart stays gold ‘til my dying day
I don’t respond to authority
But I’ve got a blues harp in the key of C
The modern man can cloud my life
Mock my car, repossess my wife
But he won’t get far and he won’t get me
Coz I’ve got a blues harp in the key of C
Written by: Ruarri Joseph
