Someone suggested that "Red State Blues" would be a good title for a song. I agreed. So I wrote one.
Hard driving blues beat, gravel-in-your-voice, 12 bar blues. Pretty straightforward.
The Red State Blues
(c) me - Walking Bird Music 2010
I got the Red State Blues
From my head down to my shoes
I got the Red State Blues
From my head down to my shoes
Everybody tryin' 'ta jive me
On the TV nightly news news
I'm workin' hard for my money
But the Tax Man come to call
I'm workin' hard for my money
But the tax man come to call
And he won't be satisfied
Until he takes it all
[R]
Here in fly over country
Well the coasts don't pay no mind
Here in fly over country
Well the coasts don't pay no mind
Well they got some strange ideas
'Bout what it means to be my kind
[R]
They say I'm backward and racist
But they ain't got no clue
They say I'm backward and racist
But they ain't got no clue
Yeah they've got me seein' red
Smug in their states so blue
[R]
Well I think I'll move t' Texas
Take my Bible and my guns
Well I think I'll move t' Texas
With my bible and my guns
And we'll stop 'em at the border
We got no other place to run
[R]
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