Song-smithery

I’ve written two songs in my entire life. One was a short sappy song to a girl back in the early 70s.

I write and create things almost everyday but for some reason song-writing is not something in my creative wheelhouse. A few years ago, inspiration (maybe) struck and I penned another song. This one is supposed to be blues.

I can hum or sing you the tune but I have no idea how to get that aspect down on paper because I don’t write music. I play and sing by ear (with pretty good pitch by the way!) but don’t know much about keys and time signs and the like.

So this is lyrics only. I’ve sent it to a couple of artists but only one wrote me back to say he only performed his own songs but thanks anyway. I entered it into a contest but didn’t even get an honorable mention so I share this mediocre ditty.

I apologize if the title and a word or two offend anyone. Not intended.

white boy’s blues

they say us white boys

just cannot play the blues

well let me tell you son

I’ll play ‘em any ole way I choose

 ch.    I get ‘em early in the morning

         I get ‘em late at night

         but I get ‘em most of all

         when my baby won’t hold me tight

a bluesman needs a helper

BB’s still got his Lucille

but all I got is this old guitar

you know how it makes me feel

ch.     I got ‘em early this morning

         probably have ‘em well into the night

         I just gotta find my baby

         so we can make things right

I know just what you’re thinking

and I ain’t sure what to do

but you can sure bet that this ole

white boy’s got the blues

ch.     I need ‘em early in the morning

         I need ‘em late at night

         and if my baby wont be there to help me

         things just wont be right

vince crunk 3/6/97 (yes I really did write this in 1997!)