Lincoln County Blues

LINCOLN COUNTY BLUES

Follow the fog to the oldest bar in town
Where the loggers drink each night ‘til they fall down
She’s slinging foam and spreading news
And it leaves her with those Lincoln County Blues

She can’t escape the smell of casino dreams
She hands her tips over to the slot machine
Small jackpots add up to nothing new
But there’s always plenty of the Lincoln County Blues

The house in Cutler City’s long since gone
There are mansions on the sand where she used to run
The boy she loved fell in love with booze
Left her at the altar with the Lincoln County Blues

The city boys still notice how she walks
But they pay a little faster than they used to talk
So she paints her lips with those darker hues
To cover up her Lincoln County Blues

Someday she’s gonna blow this small town scene
Maybe head on up to Portland or down to Eugene
She’s gonna take off her weary waitress shoes
And leave behind those Lincoln County Blues


By Nathan Moore and Katherine Downing
Copyright©2008