Blues - Shitty World

60s Blues – slow, greasy, 12-bar swagger, think dive bar bathroom

Woke up this mornin’, boots stuck to the floor
Somebody done spilled their hate where my dreams was before
I looked out my window, same gray sky as you
It’s a shitty world full of shitty people who want to shit all over you
I gave a man a dollar, he spit right in my hand
Said “Keep your damn charity, I piss on where you stand”
His woman laughed loud, called me trash through and through
It’s a shitty world full of shitty people who want to shit all over you
Politician on the corner swear he feelin’ my pain
Next day he sell my river for his private jet plane
Preacher took my last dime, said “Heaven’s comin’ soon”
Then drove off in a Cadillac big as the moon
My baby left a note, said “Boy, you ain’t no fun”
Took my dog, my records, even my last drop of rum
Left me the bills and the roaches and a broken-down view
It’s a shitty world full of shitty people who want to shit all over you
So I’m drinkin’ this warm gin, starin’ at the wall
Waitin’ for the next fool to make their same damn call
If you got a little kindness, better lock it up tight
They’ll steal it, sell it, smear it in the middle of the night
Yeah the sun might come up, but it’s lyin’ too
It’s a shitty world full of shitty people who want to shit all over you
Lord, it’s a shitty world full of shitty people who just love to shit all over you
(slow fade on a bent note that never quite resolves)