the fucked up blues

i got the fucked up blues

i got the fucked up blues

lord what can you do

about the fuckin' fucked up blues

well the beans have been bakin'

upon the camel's hump

like a voodoo curse in an old lady's purse

confetti on my grave

i got the fucked up blues

i got the fucked up blues

lord what can you do

about the fuckin' fucked up blues

i got the fucked up blues

i got the fucked up blues

lord what can you do

about the fuckin' fucked up blues

i woke up on the futon

and my boots were on fire