[Dixielandjazz] (no subject)

[Richard Parks]

What a collection of great responses.   Thanks to all of you.   I took a lot of heat one day for singing "My Little Bimbo" in a folky environment, so have become sensitized.  For now, I think the lyric stands alone, but might use another chorus:
Cold, empty bed,      feels
hard as lead,
Pains in my head,     I
wish I was dead.
What did I do           to
feel so black and blue?
 
No joy for me,          no
company.
Even the mouse        ran
from my house.
Now that we’re through,       I feel so black and blue.
 
       I know my
mistake,         now I understand.
       Now I need
a break   –    come on, take my hand.
 
Since you’ve been gone,         I can’t go on.
Can’t face the dawn,              days
are so long -
Now without you,                   I’m
just so black and blue.





Dick  Parks