Shouldabin

Living was tough
I was close to despair
Then the good lord
Answered my crying prayer

Told him my troubles
The drugs and the booze
The split from my wife
My face on the news

As a young man
I'd tasted success
I got too clever
And I made a right mess

I lost my job
And I lost my home
I had no money
To call my own

I was at the precipice
Staring into the dark abyss
The good lord listened
And said to me
Meet on the corner
If you want to be free

When I turned up
He looked real sharp
In his top pocket
His very own harp

He took me down
To a basement bar
Dark and crowded
Wicked guitar

He said

I bring lost souls
Into this club
To keep them
From Beelzebub

This he said is
The place for you
You wanna be saved
Then you sing the blues

As soon as I heard it
I knew it was true
I shouldabin shouldabin
Singing the blues

Yeah I shouldabin
Singing, I shouldabin
Singing, shouldabin
Singing the blues

I shouldabin singing the blues

I shouldabin shouldabin
Singing the blues



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Writer(s): Barry Bolton
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