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throw me a bone, feed me a line. pour a hard drink for harder times. i'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs. one or the other, a ship lost in the fog.
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it was a thunder’n and thunder’n and lightnin’, you know the day this poor boy was born. i ain’t never known nothin’ but your trouble, your trouble and your hate and scorn. you know my daddy, lord, he died in a train wreck. yeah, my momma, she was born to lose.
you know my middle name is natural born trouble, yeah, and my last name is the blues, oh yeah, my last name it is the blues...
i see the cold light a-comin’ from the window of your warm forty-thousand dollar home. oh yeah, but i don’t need you people because the blues they was meant to roam.
well now hunger is my companion, cold and pain they know my cry. oh yeah you people, you can pray for salvation, but the blues don't never die, no no. yeah, the blues don’t never die.
rodeo’s musical mood ring: a guide
Residents of Red Ridge who find themselves in Rodeo’s orbit likely know at least one thing about him: the man just can’t keep an earworm to himself. If you’ve spent more than a moment in his company, then you’ve likely heard him belt out his favorite tunes in his big blue rawhide croon. Sometimes he’s just strolling on through his day, singing some random snippet from a ditty that’s caught his fancy, but there are a few tried-and-trues in his repertoire that seem to come up again and again. These are songs that have settled in his soul, songs that twang in the same tenor as his state of mind. In time, a pattern emerges. Sure as the wag of a dog’s tail, the songs Rodeo sings can tell you what mood he’s in.
my well is dry, my words hollow. promises brittle as my bones. you'll get nothing from me, you're squeezing water from a stone and i am fool enough to go this alone...
ain't you supposed to bend? ain't you supposed to flex like a willow in the wind? ain't it easier to bend? i am the one who stayed behind. my will is iron, i know. and i haven't learned a thing from the trouble it's got me in and my troubles are just starting to begin...
