Match Box Blues

Now, listen y'all

This is the type of usage they play, way down behind the iron curtain on Saturday night

At a place they call the Roadhouse

Up North, they call it after our place

But down there on Saturday night, the junk be shown of jump

I was at the rolling house one night

And then walked the lady with a well-dressed guy

And he could really get out on the dance to this, this style of music right here

The young folks don't know nothing about this, you know

They gotta get hip for this, you know?

And way over the corner

Was another well-dressed lady built up like a Coca-Cola model

And she could get on down and do it too, you know

And every time he got ready to dance

He'd go over and get the same lady

Then mama said

"I gotta let this boy know that that's my man"

And she went on over to the other side of the room to the violator

And got her half a man

Y'all call him half a pint of Northville

But you didn't have, but 35 cents

And mama picked her up one of those half a man that she back out there

And she downed 'bout half of that half a man and got right down there on the floor

She had some pretty nice hips on her too, you know

And she got right up on there beside her man and that woman

And start shaking them big old hips

She said, "Oh, dumb dog

Know your man from mine"

She wasn't driving either buddy

Mama was getting ready to start something up in that joint

You hear what I said

But the joint kept on jumping

After a while, here come a man from 'round back

Out of nowhere, and he pulled up a shotgun pistol

Didn't have no liquor lights

Nothing, the bottle of lights around the wall

And he starts popping 'em out, yeah

Yeah

And the floor walker walked up to him, said

"Hey buddy, you can't do that in here"

He said, "No, I can't, huh?"

He didn't make it no better, no worse

He turned that 'round and let the floor walker

Let the bouncer held one breath between the eyes

And everybody stood still for 'bout two seconds

One way in, and one way out

The house was up on the mound, you know

They're calling on the mound

And everybody broke for that one door

And they got wedged up in the door

And I went right between their legs

Look at her

I didn't want to run

But I just couldn't hold still, no longer

And I got a glim start off that mound

I had a cemetery to go through, and a bridge to cross

I remember the cemetery a little bit

Don't remember the bridge, no

And I got tickled

When you get so scared, you get tickled

You don't have to do nothing, but raise your feet up

They'll be taking you right on where you want to go

Pretty soon, I didn't hear that sound no more

Listen

Dream and have a look at

But I woke up cold and handy

Hey, I'm dreaming 'bout the look of dawn

But I woke up cold and handy, yeah

I dreamed I had you all by myself

But now I know you found you another man, yeah

Oh, that's why I wonder

Will the matchbox hold my clothes?

Hey, sometimes I wonder

Will the matchbox hold my clothes, yeah yeah?

You know I haven't got so many

But I got so far to go, yeah

Oh, you got a good woman

You better pin her to your side, yeah

Hey, you've got a good lady fella

You better pin her to your side, yeah, yeah

Because there's this fragile train buddy

I'm bound to live around, yeah

Yeah, that's why I wonder

Will the matchbox hold my clothes

Oh, sometimes I wonder

Will the matchbox hold my clothes, yeah, yeah?

You know I haven't got so many

But I got so far to go, yeah

Oh

Come on

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