Hello Buddy from Bootleg Powerhead by John Lyle

Hello Buddy

Well, I know your lazy susans, and I know your easy chairs
And I know your swinging hammocks sleepy-two time your despair
And I know the hours you kill spending seconds splitting hairs
Cannot keep you from your purpose, cannot keep you from the stair
And I wish that I could organize my mind

Well, I know that your polemics, comprehensive and bizarre
Could get me on your band-wagon if I was a movie star
But I’m having trouble shaking, I no longer have a car
And my best friend’s wife has left me in this lonesome, homely bar
And I wish I had a dollar for a dime

‘cause I’m still a little thirsty and there’s still a lot of time
‘cause those big, old hands keep slowin’ and stopping on my dime
And the world owes me a drink and I just want what is mine
And I’ll hate the man who says you’re not my friend

Well I think my stool is screwing me up into my hair
And is that our old bar-tender with his arm up in the air?
And is that a knife he’s holding? Well it’s just not hardly fair
After all the time I’ve spent here and with all I’ve had to bear
Do you think you have somewhere that you can spare?

• Folk
• John Lyle
• blues
• blues folk
• singer song writer
• Sechelt