SOUTHERN BLUES (© Words and Music by Paul F. Cowlan )

Oslo. The summer of 1984. After my nightly stint in the Red Mill Pizzaria I’d always take the harmonicas and cycle down to the Gamle Kristiania where Tommie-Joe White’s Southern Cookin’’were stirring the Alabama gumbo. Many blues later we’d all head for home, with Charly (Charlotte) the basds and, a few years later, re-enacted our Oslo nights at O’Lunney’s and The Lone Star club in New York. Tommie-Joe and Charly now live in Nashville.


Play the music Tommie-Joe, wind it up and let it go.
I really need to hear them Southern Blues tonight.
I’m so lonesome I could cry and I really don’t know why.
Maybe a little Blues could put things right.
I guess they could. A little Blues could put things right.

I’ve been wandering around all over town,
the night is warm and the moon is going down,
but a little peace of mind is nowhere to be found.
I guess I’ve got them Walking Blues again.
How come I’ve got these Walking Blues?

I knew that it wouldn’t ever do no good to walk the streets at night.
“Get to bed.” everybody said, “Everything’s gonna be alright.”
But I will still be wandering when the morning comes in sight.
That’s the way it is when you get them Walkin Blues.
How come I always get these Walking Blues?

I don’t even know the reason that I wrote this song.
Maybe it’s just that I’ve been out on the road too long,
but when I stepped out in the street tonight I knew there was something wrong,
I thought, “Oh oh, here come the Walkin Blues again.”
Look out, here come the Walking Blues.

So come on Charly rock that bass and let me hear you sing,
rattle and shake those ivories and make that steel ring,
keep that drumbeat truckin’, play it wild as anything.
Help me dance away these Walkin Blues
I want to dance away these Walking Blues.

So, play the music Tommie-Joe, wind it up and let it go.
I really need to hear them Southern Blues tonight.
I’m so lonesome I could cry and I really don’t know why.
Maybe a little Blues could put things right.
I guess they could. A little Blues could put things right.
And I could kiss these Walking Blues goodnight.

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