No Whiskey in Heaven
Slipping and sliding inside my mind,
I vary things inside, like blue.
Muddy Waters playing, just as he always should,
The blues in my memory
The blues in my blood.
Then my memory grips me, like the cold grips the snow,
the drinking man, he just follow, all boozers in a line
ping and ring o’work-a-day, don’t make me fall, this time.
No wonder that old drinker lived on a diet of blue.
John Marks
Sat 27th May 2023 23:31
O! Grace and Kevin your remarks entrance me so. You are generous and kind. Rare qualities in this world. Thank you.
They take your love and your money
They take your sugar and your honey
They take you skinny or fat
Hey, how come people act like that?
They take your house and your home
They take the flesh from your bones
They take the shirt of your back
Hey, how come people act like that?
They take your phone and your clock
They take everything that you got
They laugh behind your back
Yeah, how come people act like that?
They take your love and your money
They take your sugar and your honey
They take you skinny or fat
Hey, how come people act like that?
They take your house and your home
They take the flesh from your bones
They take the shirt off your back
Hey, how come people act like that?
They take your phone and your clock
They take everything that you got
They laugh behind your back
Yeah, how come people act like that?
Yeah, how come people act like that?
How come people act like that?
I don't know why they act like that? MUDDY WATERS