By Brad Runsick
The blues came a callin - last Saturday night,
While I was sittin in my house all alone
I should've called my buddy, and gone out for a bite
But I drank and read your text on my phone
Next day I woke up, felt my head in a vice
I lost my wallet, couldn't find my keys
I stumbled to the kitchen searchin for some ice
Why's “stupid” seem so hard to see?
I've get amnesia baby, when blues are a callin
I've get amnesia baby, when blues are a callin
Cause every time you call, I pick up the phone
I went to your place for Valentine
Cleaned your house and mowed your lawn
I lit up some candles and poured the wine
You said you wouldn't be too long
But four hours later all the lights had gone out
And dinner sat there hard and cold
Can't ever really figure what your story's about
But life with you is gettin old
Last week my buddy called asked a favor from me
He was nuts about this pretty blonde
But he said he spent the past year with her in lunacy
How did it last so long
He said “Neil” if you ever hear me even mention her name
I couldn’t let him carry on
But now he’s callin me a little too late
Asking for a wedding song