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Pocket Full of Blues (demo)
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Second place lyric winner in the 2003 Just Plain Folks music awards.
acoustic folk country lai
Lyricist on an endless quest for the perfect melody.
I'm afraid I can't claim to be a band, although I have been known to jump on a bandwagon from time to time. No, I'm just a humble lyricist who is in absolute awe of the composers who have stumbled into my life and bothered to wrap a melody around some of my words. I've been attempting to legitimately call myself a lyricist since I was about 14 years old. Have a listen, won't you, and let me know if I qualify.
Song Info
Genre
Country • Country General
Charts
Peak #236
Peak in subgenre #82
Author
Greg C Brown/Idamarie Naelitz
Rights
2003 Greg C. Brown & Idamarie Naelitz
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June 27, 2003
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I dunno. It was time to write a new song and this is what came out.
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Pocket Full Of Blues Lyric by Greg C. Brown Music by Idamarie Naelitz I was feeling sorry for myself again, Wanderin’ around without a prayer or a friend. Decided I needed a tall, cold drink To clear my head and maybe help me think. In a cloud of smoke on a dim lit stage I saw an old relic from another age. He was puffin’ away on a stale cigar, Draggin’ his fingers cross an old guitar. CHORUS When bad luck's had you pinned against the wall, All you've got left when you've lost it all Is a permanent cough, some worn out shoes, A head full of mem'ries and a pocket full of blues. The years on his face said he’d seen many a mile, I sat myself down, thought I’d listen for awhile. He was croakin’ the blues with a nicotine throat, I swear he told my life with every note. Alone in the darkness of that corner booth (changed to LONELY ROOM) I heard his own version of the cold, hard truth. With every sorry tune someone seemed to lose; I wondered why there wasn’t any happy news. REPEAT CHORUS When bad luck's had you pinned against the wall, All you've got left when you've lost it all Is a permanent cough, some worn out shoes, A head full of mem'ries and a pocket full of blues. He took a short break and so I asked him why He had to sing songs that made you wanna cry. It seemed to take forever as he scratched his head, Finally, with a sigh, this is what he said: I’ve been singin’ these songs since I don’t know when, I like to think of them as my next of kin. ‘Cause if it wasn’t for these blues I sing, Son, I wouldn’t have much of anything. REPEAT CHORUS When bad luck's had you pinned against the wall, All you've got left when you've lost it all Is a permanent cough, some worn out shoes, A head full of mem'ries and a pocket full of blues. A head full of mem'ires and a pocket full of blues.
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