Bloodshot Blues from Old Friends by David Woodman

Looked in the mirror and what did I see?
A sick-lookin' creature where my body used to be.
Hair black and greasy, man I looked quite a sight,
But that's the price that you pay for a whisky-soaked night.

Bloodshot blues, got those bloodshot blues.
Mister can you tell me how I'm gonna lose
Those bloodshot blues.

I'd tell you all that happened if I only knew myself,
But that Jack Daniels boy has made me something else.
I know I'm pouring money right down the sewer drain,
But when Friday night comes round i will be doing it again.

Eight coffees later I was feeling OK
Except for cuts and bruises that just wouldn't go away.
Blood on my clothes, there must have been a fight.
Well you get what you pay for on a whisky-soaked night.

The phone rang out at lunchtime as I crawled out of bed.
My Baby's voice came loud and clear and this is what she said:
Baby boy I love you, but this drinkin' ain't right.
You gotta house between me and a whisky-soaked night.

Bloodshot blues, got those bloodshot blues.
You know I gotta choose between my Baby and the night.
Well my drinkin's all wrong, but my Baby's alright.
Bloodshot blues, got those bloodshot blues.
You know I gotta choose between my babe and Friday night.
Well I might see you later, say on Saturday night.

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Blues
• Country
• Folk
• Manchester