Tom Rushen Blues

It were late one night, Halloway was gone to bed
Mister Day brought whiskey taken from under Halloway’s head
It takes boozy boo', Lord, to cure these blues
But each day seems like years in the jailhouse where there is no boo'
I got up this mornin', Tom Day was standin' 'round
If he lose his office now, he’s runnin' from town to town
Let me tell you folksies just how he treated me
Aw, he caught me yellin', I was drunk as I could be