Lazy Day Blues (Song #11)
Took
Ventura Boulevard and headed out east
Picked
up a hippie preaching about peace
She
had some grass to help pass the time
Why
is getting high a capital crime?
I got me them crazy lazy day blues
Sunsetting in many magenta hues
I’m
a songwriter paying my dues
I
got me them crazy lazy day blues
Couldn’t
read the speedometer ran out of gas
Wheels
spinning in desert sand going nowhere fast
In
Arizona we crashed the Hopi dance
We’re
all criminals victims of circumstance
I got me them crazy lazy day blues
Sunsetting in many magenta hues
I’m
a songwriter paying my dues
I
got me them crazy lazy day blues
I
was tutoring math but the children revolted
They
said I needed a bath and I got insulted
I
made a video adding two and two
They
say heaven is high why is that true?
I got me them crazy lazy day blues
Sunsetting in many magenta hues
I’m
a songwriter paying my dues
I
got me them crazy lazy day blues
I would quote Dylan but Guthrie was
much better
Some people like Z but W is a finer
letter
The words and chords melted in
something placid
Uh oh oooh no the grass was laced with
acid
I
was close to understanding the paradox
Of
a million doors with a single lock
I
had no paper so it’s all on memory
If
you don’t have the key you’ll never be free
I got me them crazy lazy day blues
Sunsetting in many magenta hues
I’m
a songwriter paying my dues
I
got me them crazy lazy day blues
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