Paper Bag Blues, by Charles Carreon

PAPER BAG BLUES

by Charles Carreon

(Sing to the tune "In the Summertime (when the sun gets hot)" but a little slower.)

Well in the afternoon,

When the sun gets hot,

And the shadows don't move in the parking lot,

You bring a paper bag

With a bottle o' wine--

We just sippin', bullshitin' an passin' time.

Well if ya just sit still

You can chill yourself

As cool as sweet wine

On refrigerator shelf;

You can rest your bones

And relax your mind,

You can have the kind o' pleasure

Even kings don't find.

Well as the bottle gets low,

Gotta sip it slow,

And as your bones get loose

We'll sing some paper bag blues--

You'll be swayin' and singin'--

Singin' paper bag blues.

Well you gone home,

And you left me alone

Nobody gonna call on the telephone

The shadows creep,

And they lay down flat

Right on the cat

And the kitchen mat.

There ain't nobody comin';

I got noplace to go,

And I finished up the last

Of the Oreos.

I got the paper bag blues--

I'm gonna lay down in the kitchen,

And sing the paper bag blues.