The Woodshed Blues
Somebody slammed on the table to say we was finished
Well, that was alright 'cause our good sense had long since diminished
And everyone was blind from staring way down past their noses
The old times were swinging again, the subject was roses
The newspaper man said you're crazy to let it go sour
He said I was singing your praises last night in the shower
But a fool is a fool when he starts believing his poses
The glasses were drained again, the subject was roses
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He reached for his wallet and started to show me a picture
I reached for my bible and started to read from
Os Blues do Galpão
Alguém bateu na mesa pra dizer que tinha acabado
Bom, tudo bem, porque nosso bom senso já tinha se esgotado
E todo mundo tava cego de olhar pra baixo, sem perceber
Os velhos tempos estavam de volta, o assunto era florescer
O jornalista disse que eu era louco por deixar isso azedar
Ele falou que eu tava cantando suas qualidades ontem no chuveiro, a entoar
Mas um idiota é um idiota quando começa a acreditar em suas poses
Os copos estavam vazios de novo, o assunto era rosas
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Ele pegou a carteira e começou a me mostrar uma foto
Eu peguei minha bíblia e comecei a ler de