Singin' the blues

When we started off on our motorcycle ride Saturday, we happened past an arena in St. Louis (or perhaps it was in St. Charles) where B.B. King was scheduled to appear. Now I like me some blues, and in spite of the fact that I was battling a bit of U.T.I. (is that TMI?), I suddenly felt like singing some blues. In fact, I felt like composing some blues.

Unfortunately, when I start singing blues, it ends up sounding like something Woody Guthrie or Jimmy Rogers would have written... not anything B.B. King would endorse.

If you want something easy to compose, just try the original blues beat: first line, then repeat that for the second line, then rhyme it, for the third line.

So, thanks to the mics in our helmets, Cliff got to hear my original composition as I made it up; here are some samples:

"I'd rather drink muddy water, sleep in a hollow log (repeat).
Than to ride a motorcycle that people call a hog."

"If your baby left you and you're feeling low (repeat),
Buy you a Gold Wing, get on that bike and go."

"G for Gold Wing, G for get 'er done (repeat),
If you have a Gold Wing, you're gonna have some fun."

"I got a Gold Wing, some folks wonder why (repeat),
'Cause me and my man get on that thing and fly."

"I'm from Missouri, that's the Show-me state. (repeat),

And we all know that Gold Wings are great."

That's only a sample; I probably made up fifty verses as we rode along.

Now here's the sad part; my little blues song was so countryfied that after every verse, I felt compelled to yodel. "Yodel-a-di-oh, di-lay-di-oh, di-lay-di!"

Poor Cliff.