Hardly a unique concept I admit, there have been many "Too something-or-other to sing the blues", but here's my take. Originally half written in 2007, somehow it got lost in the mists of time. Found it languishing on an old hard drive, wrote the last parts and recorded it - a mere six years after starting. Things move slowly in rural Warwickshire .............
Too English To Sing The Blues.
Don’t ride me no rail-road, don’t hide from the law
Don’t have me no knife wound, with a long, jagged scar
But I got me a woman, waiting home for me
When I get there I’m gonna give her such a - nice cup of tea
Don’t you see now
If you put together these clues
You’ll find that I am
Much too English to sing the blues.
Not down on my luck, I dont sleep in a ditch
I don’t walk a dust road, thumb out for a hitch
I never rode shotgun, for a fast getaway
Couldn’t figure what was goin’ on in 50 Shades of Grey
Don’t you see now
Doesn’t matter which path I choose
It all leads the same way coz I’m
Too English to sing the blues…
Got my old tweed jacket, back in ‘74
We’ve both seen better days, it won’t go round me no more
I may not exhibit, sartorial elegance, but I
Always buy my undies at Marks and Spencer
Don’t you see now
I have tried to pay my dues
No matter what I’m playing I’m
Much too English to sing the blues…