Cleveland Flats Blues

The Cleveland flats, some dive-ass bar
Some white kids playing blues guitar
Bartenders high, the whiskey's bottom shelf
The bartender won't shut his face
This probably is not the place
To come when I feel sorry for myself

Been a bad couple decades
And my head shrinkers message is
It's time to take responsibility
And I explain why I'm impaired
She says save it for somebody who cares
Roll up your sleeves man
You might have one more chance
Maybe one more chance

My fifties were a whiskey blur
I had a couple jobs, I'm sure
There was a girl I lost along the way
She left me in a jazz cafe
In New Orleans on New Year's Day
The band was playing St. James Infirmary

My sixties, well I'm trying hard
I joined a band, was playing guitar
But there was way too much weed, whites and wine
So I came back to Cleveland town
The Cuyahoga's running brown
And everything is pretty much the same

My birthday's in October
And I hope to get there sober
My head shrinker thinks I mighthave a chance
I might have one more chance
The Cleveland flats, some dive ass bar
Some White kid's playing bluesguitar
Bartender's high, the whiskey bottom shelf



Credits
Writer(s): James Nolan
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