Eisley Ten Cent Blues Lyrics

Ten Cent Blues Lyrics

Dear orthodox, I can't control my feelings

And who hit me? I just might be

Coming round the bush

And my stilts, they began cracking

Subsequently pushed



And I looked to see that it was she

Just some abandoned little crook like me

Adieu, adieu and fare thee well

This was the ending, please



I was attached on bended knee

But I declined my leave



But who could blame a fraction of her being?

She is cheesy, she is scrawny

With her uncanny styling

I'm teasing, she is pleasing

She just has no wit



I'm sorry I don't have her face

And I'm probably gonna lose this race

There is no doubt she's such a mouse

With such an abstract grace



There is no cure, I am sure

For this ten cent blues



Then she chose to dissect me

And I was casted into poverty

But I did not agree with her

She said, "Now, you got nerve�



But I don't care if I'm granted

For all these things

If I were one among this crowd

Would you call that defeat?



In a way it's making me crazy

In a sense that it's making me stronger

A likely chance and it's probably proven

In the end we'll all walk away



Shaking hands on a doormat

I salute you, sir

A stranger and a happy fit

Too glad I'm part of it

And that I saw it all