Blues Can't Hit (What The Blues Can't Catch)

Something's knockin' at the door
Saw you hanging round before
Poor boy blues, you're comin' back for more
Well you ain't gonna find me here
I'm heading out now the coast is clear
I'll burn the trail, I'll light the match
The blues can't hit what the blues can't catch

Woke up feelin' pretty fine
She never crossed my mind
But I was
Drinking gin by half past nine
Well it's tearin' through my heart
I thought we could never part
I can hear it searching, I can hear it scratch
But the blues can't hit what the blues can't catch

Don't you tell me that you reap what you sow
I don't need a lecture on the way to go
All I want is something I can put in gear
So I won't be around when the blues gets here

Don't care where I have to go
Siberia or Mexico
Down in Lousiana, or out in Idaho
I'm just gonna blend with the crowd
Keep on movin', don't get too loud
Lock the door behind me, fasten the latch
Because the blues can't hit what the blues can't catch

© Russell Alexander 2008 All Rights Reserved