Little Billie Songtext

Little Billie sure could sing the blues "Ain't nobody's business if I do" Tending drinks behind the bar Pour cheap whiskey from a Chivas jar Turn to water what was wine Down at the Home of the Second Line Little Billie sure could sing the blues When a woman has five sons She's gonna spend a lot of time Down on her knees praying And in her pillow crying Now her boy lay on the street Shot in the projects called Lafitte Little Billie sure could sing the blues What can we say about your grief? This life we live brings no relief Take your joy when you can Pray some day we'll understand And for now just wonder why There ain't no sun up in the sky Close your eyes and feel the blues Stormy weather, feel the blues Oh feel the blues, feel the blues I've seen kings and presidents Laid to rest with less circumstance Little Billie sent her boy home Little Billie sent her boy home With the love of five thousand strong Oh the trumpet soothed the Lil' One Shorty played the tubaphone Little Billie danced the blues Scratched the coffin with her shoes She scratched the coffin with her shoes (Watch me now! Took her right down to the projects where her boy got shot. She's standin' on her boys coffin and she's dancin'. A dance so sad and so beautiful like I never saw nothin' in all my life. Dancin' like this. Ohhh. Look like a bird, gonna fly away, gonna fly away home. Just then a man turned to me and said, "I bet when you die you wish they'd bury you this way?" "Yeah, your right.")