MUMS, BLUES, BRUNZ.

FARLEY’S COMPLETELY OBSCURE.

Oh how do you make a blues song, come out with Brunswick Valley?
Can you listen to the mournful sounds of ANZAC and the sounds of old reveille?

Well I’ve listened to the white folk, the black folk and the just no hope.
I just don’t need any misery, but I guess we all go down that awful slope.

And I don’t need someone to love me just follow my big mistake.
Had a good time doin’ it, thanks to all the girls, give yourselves a break.

Been living in the Valley, bangin’ at recallin’ what the hell I’ve done.
Tried to bring me boys up in a way that folks expect, had me problems, and more then some.

Well I got a bagful of worries but go from woe to go, give your head a bloody fist.
Dream, it ai’nt really funny folks, how you do’in? you guys followin’ this round of tryst

If you can learn how love go’s you’re a winner baby, live it with respect put a good feeling every day.
Don’t let good things bring up much, a sad time is commin’, the love of life so precious will bring dismay.

Every time the sun go’s down think of family, have a cry then think of the really good times, think of the good shoes.
Dwell on faces, have a look at a flower, then picture the happy days, my face is worn out, this is my idea of the blues.

Mother’s day at Brunswick Heads, me Mum resides with me her ashes, her presence will never leave my span.
I’ll go with her, I’ll be happy, but I’ll swear we had happy days, wish I knew her dreams before this life, I recon half her ashes were the cigarette ash in the omelets pan.

SMELL THE FLOWERS. You could be my everything.

No copyright here, you know what? I know we stand by as a man and a woman, stand by.

Words slip away, all these words were written using JERRY REEDS ANTHOLOGY. The best bloke who could pick’n and sing. © jerry bloody reed.