Early Morning Empty White Wine Bottle Blues

Good Morning Starchildren of the Universe!!!


It's time for some of them shouted through a megaphone porch blues of the days of W. Washington street.



This one is dedicated to Mr. Robert Blakely, where ever he may be and should be done in the key of F#, just to piss the piano player off.

Tempo - lento (slow blues) - 64 bpm

Ah one, Ah two, a you know what to do....

[instrumental break, 112 measures]

I look across in the morning

To the nightstand by my bed

Empty glasses, empty bottles

And this feeling n my head

Where did my ice go?

Where is my wine?

How did I get here?

Last night I was feeling soooooo fine!!!

But the lonely morning comes (lonely morning)

and there is no solace I can find

I just got an empty spot beside me

and an even emptier bottle of white wine

The week has seemed amazing

No drama no strife

The kind of week you dream of

In the dark times of life

and the entertainment lingers

in the back of my mind

the poet and her fingers

seem almost too kind

But the lonely morning comes (lonely morning)

and there is no solace I can find

I just got an empty spot beside me

and an even emptier bottle of white wine

spoken: That's alright, we gots us a couple guitars. Check yo' self!!

[guitar solo, 232 measures]

Now in the last verse I'm befuddled

My words get messed up

The meanings get all muddled

Like the fruit in the cup

A blessing falls upon us

And we see we can win

Just poor me one more glass

Of that Hendrick's brand Gin!!!

But the lonely morning comes (lonely morning comes)

and there is no solace I can find

I just got an empty spot beside me

and an even emptier bottle of white wine

[outro solo with back-up singers repeating "Lonely Morning Comes" - fade out]



Well than that's done too. I think I am also okay with this.