Hey guys, i wrote this song after reading a book about the hogarthian underworld in london. Though I wrote it with a bluesy feel to it. "strawmen" if your interested were people who would bare false witness in the witness stand for a price. Hope you like. Im probably not going to do a recording of it though.
Common Ole Gin
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Common ole gin and kill my grief
Common ole gin and kill my grief
Common ole gin and kill my grief
B7 A A7 E E7
And I’ll kill my sins in the morning
I wanted to run I wanted to hide
I wanted to reach the other side
Like my baby in the sweet ole here and after
But the mud upon my boots well it wont come off
No the mud upon my boots don’t wanna come off
Those strawmen tickled me good
Them strawmen they tickled me good
Took my money didn’t do what they should
Oh they left me the dock
They left me in the dock
They left me in the dock of a morning
They let the gavel fall
And when the gavel fell
I went back to my cell
I went back to my cell to die
E B7
So common ole gin and kill my grief
Common ole gin and kill my grief
Common ole gin and kill my grief
B7 A A7 E E7
And I’ll kill my sins in the morning
So please Ginny wont you be my kill grief
