A very young song with an obvious blues influence, though not a conventional blues structure. For some reason it came back to my head recently and refuses to dislodge, so there should be a more confident version here eventually.
Heard some lonesome whistle blow How long Lord? I guess it must be time to go How long? When you get those hard luck blues
All you need is walking shoes How long Lord? Now how long?
Empty pockets, empty bed How long Lord? Empty dreams in an empty head How long? When you get those walking blues
Radio just plays bad news How long Lord? Now how long?
Standing by the railroad track How long Lord? Heading out with no way back How long? Waiting in the pouring rain
Must have missed that Gospel Train How long Lord? Now how long?
[Optional verse 3]
When you hear those cold winds blow How long Lord? You know the way you have to go How long? Thought I heard the DJ say
Got no reason left to stay How long Lord? Now how long?
Paul Cowley, an excellent blues-influenced player, tells me that he has some gigs in the South West in the near future, including gigs in Brixham (Feb 14th), Dartmouth (March 2nd) and Liskeard (The Albion, 4 Dean St, Liskeard PL14 4AX, on March 3rd). More information on all his upcoming shows here.
I reviewed his 3rd CD here: it’s really rather good.
There’s a more straightforward country-ish version of this here, but I suddenly felt the urge to change the arrangement. Words and music copyright David Harley, 1976.
A trace of your scent still lingers on my pillow
And raises echoes in my memory
And I believe you’re missing me almost as much as I miss you
But I wish to God that you were here with me
The sun will surely rise on another soft blue morning
And lying in your arms is where I’ll be
With sweet dreams still in my eyes, I’ll wake and kiss your hair
But it’s a long cold night while you’re not here with me
This guitar once played for keeps, but since you changed my life
This guitar just plays for you, if that’s OK?
This guitar rang bells for losers, but there’ll be no more songs of losing
Though this guitar just plays the blues while you’re away