The Blues On Banjo

(专辑： Cash Cabin Sessions, Vol. 3 - 2019)

I woke up this morning
And I realized that I repeat myself
I said I woke up this morning
And I realized that I repeat myself
I woke up this morning

They say "one and one is two"
But I have my suspicions
I believe it may well be another one of these
Crazy old religious superstitions
Would you believe that the same financial institution
Backing both sides of every war
Since before the french revolution
Still run the federal reserve
In all but just a small handful of nations?
It's a paperclip operation
By even the most reasonable explanation
It may well be the single longest
Whitest bronco chase
In the history of the conspiracy of television
Is all I'm saying

It's one for the money, two for the money
Three for the money, four for even more money
The seventh wonder was saying
In seventh heaven
Watching the seventh building
Falling on nine eleven
Screaming lockheed martin
Northrop grumman
Honeywell and l3 communications
These are the corporations
Selling perpetual murder and mass destruction
Under the false flag of my protection
From the shadow branch of a government
Still under the spell of it's own addiction
To untold commercialization

Why it would seem easy to me to see
Without too much hesitation
How somebody could just
Wake up one morning
And come to the Richard Lewis
Like conclusion and or realization
That there was absolutely no hope whatsoever
Left for even the slightest portion of our entire civilization

So zippity doodah mother fuckers
And zippity aye...
My oh my what a wonderful case of the blues
I am experiencing today
Why the air in my motel has been conditioned
In just such a way
That it seems like every single note
I ask this priceless banjo of mine to play
Takes the unmistakable sounds of my depths
And my pains and my sorrow
And turns them into some kind of embarrassing
Sounding hope for a better tomorrow
And that's not me, that's not who I am...

You know we mistake desperate people
For the devil all the time
So there is no real way of knowing
What kind of deal it was
That I actually signed
But it was my understanding that
I would be the greatest blues guitar player
In the world by now and I am not
In fact to the contrary
I am just another working fucking schmuck
Out here standing around waiting to get shot

In yet another tragic addition to
An already sorry state of affairs
With yet another set of politicians
Taking to the top of another
Set of courthouse stairs

You know you are out of ideas when
You get down to your thoughts and your prayers
But that's just what they are doing down here
Down here on these courthouse stairs
They're sending out their thoughts and their prayers
They're sending out their thoughts and their prayers
They're sending out their thoughts and their prayers
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Sending out their thoughts and their prayers
Well I woke up this morning
And I realized that I repeat myself