Fast Blues For Little V

歌詞

Ah little V is whistling on a tune She's coughing in the darkness of your room She left your manhood leaning on a broom Now you're over in the land blind And you're all bruised and you're leaning on your fast blues Ah little V has got a careless lover But she does not care to know if you're thinking of her She enters the new scene so thin and sober Just when you care to put yourself to some use She leaves you flicking on your fast blues Ah little V is nowhere to be found Ah you look for her, but she is not around You listen with one ear to the ground Even Pigeon Foot, the indian, is here But he has no news He only knows the chords for a fast blues Ah little V is calling on the phone But she does not want you now that you're alone Ah talking in a dry and broken tone It's a tiny, little insult to your drunken groan And your slow shoes - it's an insult to your fast, fast blues!