Lyric of the Week: THOSE GODDAMN BLUES

All my friends are in the joint

And I’m the only one of the old gang out on the street

All them good dudes passed the breaking point

And I’m the only one still on my feet

Walking alone through the center of town

Those goddamn blues are complete

The long arm snatched my pals into hell

And I’m out here on the streets alone

It’s four a.m. and all is not well

And there’s nothing waiting for me back home

I guess I’ll keep walking till my feet swell

Till I get used to being on my own

My life is so deep in the garbage

Stinks to high hell, I wanna scream

I got those goddamn blues

I don’t go out, I just can’t stand the scene

I need the western wall to bang my head on

Pray for my friends so they’ll be free

I’m over the brink

It’s good I don’t drink

Otherwise you could just hook up the vodka

To an IV

My life is in the garbage

I got those goddamn blues

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The long arm snatched my pals into hell, and I’m out here on the streets alone.

While I was doing my army service, there was a time when two of my closest friends, who were serving elsewhere in the service, had been prosecuted by courts-martial for various undisclosable offenses. When I would get off base, usually on Thursday evenings, I'd go into downtown Jerusalem to meet my assorted friends and hang out for awhile, and these two, usually among the larger-than-life personalities on the scene, were conspicuous by their absence. I wrote a blues song about it and played it to the four walls on my piano at home, but I never performed it ... not even for these friends, once they got out of the brig.