writer’s block blues

I got my guitar
i’m sittin’ here
writing songs
and drinking beer
written nothing
you’d want to hear
really…nothing…squat

no one bugs me
working hard
the kids are
playing in the yard
the dog is sleeping
keeping guard
I’ve nothing…bupkiss…squat

I’ve got the writers block blues
can’t write nothing…’cept bad news
I’ve got the writers block blues
got nothing to lose
while I’ve got the writers block blues

had some words
but  no melody
not a damn note
has  come to me
i’m writing
a silent symphony
I’ve got bupkis,, nada,,,squat

last one I wrote
wasn’t  mine
nice and easy
in three quarter time
turned out it was
Patsy Cline’s
I’ve got bupkiss, nada, squat

I’ve got the writers block blues
can’t write nothing…’cept bad news
I’ve got the writers block blues
got nothing to lose
while I’ve got the writers block blues

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