Writers Block Blues
I got my guitar and i’m sittin’ here
writing songs and drinking lots of beer
I’ve written nothing that you’d want to hear
really…nothing…squat
no one bugs me while i’m working hard
the kids are outsie playing in the yard
the dog is sleeping, really keeping guard
I’ve nothing…bupkiss…squat
I’ve got the writers block blues
can’t write nothing…’cepting bad news
I’ve got the writers block blues
and I ain’t got nothing to lose
while I’ve got the writers block blues
had some words but got no melody
not a damn note has yet come to me
i’m writing a silent symphony
I’ve got bupkis,, nada,,,squat
last one I wrote wasn’t even mine
nice and easy in three quarter time
turned out it was sung by the late great Patsy Cline
I’ve got bupkiss, nada, squat
I’ve got the writers block blues
can’t write nothing…’cepting bad news
I’ve got the writers block blues
and I ain’t got nothing to lose
while I’ve got the writers block blues
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