Sweet Easy Blues
Sweet Easy Blues
Sitting on porch my eyes overview
Got nothing to do
On this lazy summer day
Walking around seeing not a cloud in the sky
My feet start to twitch
Soon enough I’m pretty sure my body is bewitched
I moved along to the scatty beat
For the man made that sad piano moan and groan
Letting out a raggedy beat
It seemed to awaken something inside me
Next thing you know I was boogieing all through town
Those Sweet easy blues
Filled my good old ears
I felt alive again after all those years
I swayed and swayed till my soul gave away
Those Sweet easy blues calmed me right down
For who would I be without those sweet, sweet blues
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