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Sarnia Blues

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Sittin’ here with a couple of beers
Wishing we were there
We miss the smoke stacks
Believe it or not
And the train just came to a stop

“Bluewater City” is the place for us
We met a seagull
His name was Gus
We’re not walkin’ in the same ol’ shoes
But we both got the Sar-ni-a blues

You can go to Flin Flon
Fly up to the Yukon
You can cross the border
But we’ll stay here
With our Sarnia blues
We’ll sit here pickin’
On our Sarnia blues

The Canterbury Inn is the place to be
The band is playin’ and it’s row-dy
You go down Eureka
I’ll follow Confed.
And we’ll  get those boys outta bed

You can go to Flin Flon
Fly up to the Yukon
You can cross the border
But we’ll stay here
With our Sarnia blues
We’ll sit here pickin’
On our Sarnia blues

© Michelle Beauchamp

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I actually wrote this 35 years ago with a high school friend about my college town. I accompany it with an acoustic guitar. The lyrics are obviously not too sophisticated but when my friend’s band played it at their university pub one night, apparently it was a hit.

I’m tending bar today over at dVerse Poets Pub and we are writing our own songs! It’s a bit noisy, but we’d love to have you join us.  Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.

 

When You’re Down in Memphis

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Let’s go down to Memphis

Listen to some old time blues

That might be news to me

Feel the joy in the melancholy

As wailing guitars push out notes

Like potbellied tears

And tiny little diamonds

We’ll dance by the stage

With that sweet ol’ man with the cap

How do you say no

To a sweet ol’ man with a cap?

We will marvel

At the Beale Street Blues Boy

His portrait on the wall

The reason for it all

We’ll try those deep fried pickles

Savor the sweet tang of the ribs

Lip smackin’, hip packin’

As we sway to the rhythm

Of the house band

Let’s take a walk

Beside the muddy Mississippi

The sound of the sax

Rising softly at our backs

We’ll ride the horse drawn carraige

Lit up like Christmas

Because that is what you do

When you’re down in Memphis

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Rest in Peace, Mr. B.B. King

(September 16, 1925 – May 14, 2015)

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Dedicated to my friend, Ann and a road trip I will never forget.