Rub Me Raw

I know these blues are going to rub me raw

Every single cure seems to be against the law



Went and told my psychic

I said "keep it to yourself.

I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else"



Word's out on the street

Whispers in the night

They come out of the woodwork

Wanna see what it's like



Pickle-ickle-ickle

Gonna run that voodoo down

How the crowd gets fickle

when your face is to the ground



Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw

Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw



Now I'm shaking all over

I'm a shattering mess

But I'm gonna sit up straight

I'm going to take it with class



Old man used to tell me

"Son, never look back

Move on to the next case

Fold your clothes and pack"



To the green horned chicken hoppers I say

"Get yourself a trade

Or go back to the chat room and fade in the shade"



Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw

Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw



I know these blues are going to rub me raw

Every single cure seems to be against the law



I was walking pretty well

then I fell into a hole

I should climb out quick

but I hate doing what I'm told



Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide

This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive



I don't want your pity

or your fifty-dollar words

I don't share your need

to discuss the absurd



Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw

Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw