Blues Kitchen Blues
When I was eight years ol'
I found the ability
To pick an' pluck steel strings
With a sense of glee
Playin' in small bars
To the young an' old
They get hella rowdy when I strum the blues with soul
Saw a pretty lady that I really liked
She was twistin' an' dropping' with a group of dykes
Singer tol' me to take a shot
And show what I got
So I swung my guitar and jumped onto his spot
Saturday night fracas
Beyond the puff an' smoke
The three alarm fire awaits to be awoken
Oh Saturday nights
Sundays too, quaffin' one down when I'm feeling blue
Oh Saturday nights
Sundays too, can't keep me from them blues kitchen blues
The bar is gettin' pretty packed for tonight
My fuddled mates have gone way outta sight
I'm a down a little more to stay up on my knees
Girl I may sit, talk, laugh till you kiss me
Some sounds that really
Oh fire me up
Are the sounds of indoor lighters and breakin' glass cups
I work day an' night
As a workin' class tool
Rockin' nights away with his gang of fools
Oh Saturday nights
Sundays too, quaffin' one down when I'm feeling blue
O' I said
Oh Saturday nights
Sundays too, can't keep me from them blues kitchen blues
Oh oh oh oh
Oh give it little Darlin'
(Yeah!)
(Oh oh oh oh)
(Oh blues kitchen blues)
(Ay, yeah)
(Ay, ay)
(Saturday nights, Saturday nights, Saturdays nights)
(Sundays too, oh blues kitchen blues kitchen blues)
Every time I enter those doors
I recompense those who bit the dust
Magnates an' fat cats come to discuss
Oh the ones already being discussed my baby
(Ay)
I found the ability
To pick an' pluck steel strings
With a sense of glee
Playin' in small bars
To the young an' old
They get hella rowdy when I strum the blues with soul
Saw a pretty lady that I really liked
She was twistin' an' dropping' with a group of dykes
Singer tol' me to take a shot
And show what I got
So I swung my guitar and jumped onto his spot
Saturday night fracas
Beyond the puff an' smoke
The three alarm fire awaits to be awoken
Oh Saturday nights
Sundays too, quaffin' one down when I'm feeling blue
Oh Saturday nights
Sundays too, can't keep me from them blues kitchen blues
The bar is gettin' pretty packed for tonight
My fuddled mates have gone way outta sight
I'm a down a little more to stay up on my knees
Girl I may sit, talk, laugh till you kiss me
Some sounds that really
Oh fire me up
Are the sounds of indoor lighters and breakin' glass cups
I work day an' night
As a workin' class tool
Rockin' nights away with his gang of fools
Oh Saturday nights
Sundays too, quaffin' one down when I'm feeling blue
O' I said
Oh Saturday nights
Sundays too, can't keep me from them blues kitchen blues
Oh oh oh oh
Oh give it little Darlin'
(Yeah!)
(Oh oh oh oh)
(Oh blues kitchen blues)
(Ay, yeah)
(Ay, ay)
(Saturday nights, Saturday nights, Saturdays nights)
(Sundays too, oh blues kitchen blues kitchen blues)
Every time I enter those doors
I recompense those who bit the dust
Magnates an' fat cats come to discuss
Oh the ones already being discussed my baby
(Ay)
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Writer(s): Jaidon Josiah
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