Bushwackin’ Blues

It’s nearly three a.m.
The pleasure’s all been mine,
I could tell that from the yawnin’
And you kept asking for the time,
If I could only take you home—
But I think the wife would mind.

It’s a cloudy starless night,
The bugs are out in force,
With one thing on their mind,
Dragging life out from it’s source,
But you’re as pretty as can be
And I’m as love struck as a horse.

Unless all the undergrowth dies
I’ll never find my way out of here.
You’re a treasure and a joy
But my time with you is done my dear.
Burdocks, brambles, shasta daisies,
Trampled, crushed, itching like crazy.

2 thoughts on “Bushwackin’ Blues

  1. Thanks.  It’s really funny.  I found that in my lyrics folder, read it, and thought, “Did I write that?”  🙂And no, you can’t “like” the OP content…  I might have to see about changing that…

Leave a Reply