Jimma's Bluz

Bak rodez driftin
In dat lazee Suthun sun
Gotz no destinashun
Jes lukin fo sum fun
Kruzin widda A/C on
Kauz it's hot owt on de street
An wachin all dem skeeters drop
Deyz meltin frum da heet
I tuhn ona radeeyo
To lissen to da newz
Well, den I heah bowt Suze's cafe
An Jimma playin bluz
So I sez I tink I'll wach a spel
An lissen to hiz riffs
But wen I fynlee gitz dere
Heez owtsyd smokin spliffs
Say bud, kin I have a toke
An gitz mysef da mood
He sez to me tru beedy eyz
"Is yo sum sitee dude?"
No suh, I aint, iz my reply
I sweah dis is trew
Why I'm a simple country boy
An I'z jes passin thru
So he hans ta me dis big ole joynt
An I tayks a hahtee toke
But dat stuff he got iz way tew strong
Kauze I beginz to choke
Den I feelin betta now
My myn haz da buzz
Muzik got to sown rill gud
No madda wut he duz
Me an Jimma hed insyd
Itz tihm fer him to play
I be tinkin dis rilly fyne
Til I had to pay
Two dolla cuvah charj
The sine ona doah, it sed
I reech intew my pahkits
Wile scrachin on my hed
I luks at Jimma,
I sez to him
I gotz no munee
An lyf iz grim
Do ya tink ya mite hep me owt
Mebbe slip me ina doah
If I givz up my las tew buks
Dere aint gon be no moah
So Jimma sez, yeah folla me
I hep ya git insyd
Wile I tank my lukee stahz
It soohz my woondid pryd
So we slidz on in dat honky-tonk
An I taykz mysef a seet
Den Jimma stahtz to play a tewn
An I jump bak to my feet
A soulful tewn, a wailin peece
I muvz to it rill slo
Frum wun brok haht to anudda
Itz da onlee lyf I noe
Jimma playz de bluz so fyne
It kumz strayt frum hiz haht
I kin tell dis man haz suffud much
Wen he hitz dat wailin paht
Oh luv, yew are so krewl to me
I feel so trown away
Lihk yessaday's newz ina bakstreet trash
No one wants me today
John B Caddell 7/21/99