The Woodshed Blues

Somebody slammed on the table to say we was finished
Well, that was alright 'cause our good sense had long since diminished
And everyone was blind from staring way down past their noses
The old times were swinging again, the subject was roses
The newspaper man said you're crazy to let it go sour
He said I was singing your praises last night in the shower
But a fool is a fool when he starts believing his poses
The glasses were drained again, the subject was roses
two-three-four
He reached for his wallet and started to show me a picture
I reached for my bible and started to read from