Unfinished Musical Page 2
Put on your walkin shoes
Ain’t got Kansas City
Ain’t got no business there
Ain’t got no St. Louis
Ain’t got no reason there
Ain’t got no Chicago
Ain’t got no purpose there
It’s the season
The season for the blues
It’s the season
The season for the blues
Put on your old coat
And grab that bottle too
Ain’t got no woman
Ain’t got no woman no more
Ain’t got no woman
Ain’t got no lovin no more
Ain’t got no woman
Ain’t got the blues no more
Put on your
Put on your shoes
We is walkin out of here
Put on your shoes
Do I have to make it clear
Put on your shoes
We is walkin out of here
Put on your hat
It looks like its gonna rain
Put on your hat
The sun is gone again
Put on your hat
It looks like its gonna rain
Pick up your old bag
Hit the road again
Pick up your old bag
Hit the road again
Pick up your old bag
Got to hit the road again
Headed to St Louis
Got to pick up my baby there
Headed to ST Louis
Got to pick up my baby there
When I get to St Louis
The’ll be some lovin there
Pick up your harmonica
Time to make it cry
Pick up that old harmonica
Time to make it cry
Pick up your old harmonica
Play it till I cry
What about me
What about me
When is it my time to shine
What about me
When is it my time to read the lines
To have the spotlight
Shine on me
To show the world what I can be
What about me
When is it my turn to play the game
What about me
Why do I always have to ask again
To get someone anyone anywhere
To even notice me
Why can’t I try
I know I could get far
Why can’t I try
I know that I could be a star
I could be someone famous
Or someone important to the world
Maybe some great author
Or the singer of that song’you just heard
What about me
Is it too much to ask for my share
What about me
No one ever sees me standing there
In the corner all alone
Looking hopeful
But always going
Home
By myself once again
What about me
The world thinks I cant do a thing
What about me
Why won’t anyone hear me sing
Or play anything I wrote
I worked hard on every note
What about me
What about
Me
What
About
Me?