the dirty juice

i remember when you moved so slow

going to the show

always cooped up in your room

with a bottle of whiskey every meal of june

i don't know those eyes

why you get so wasted all alone?

you're burning out your light

you just don't seem oh so bright

what do i have to do to keep your pride

i'll be by your side

i don't think lee hooker could ever sing the blues

not the way i do

when i am staring right at you

oh mama please just hold me one more night

before i lose you to the juice