Houston from Scavenger's Joy by Driftwood Soldier

If you're going to Houston
Please mama, don't be shy
I've been waiting just to hear your voice
Every day since you said goodbye
One little dollar’s worth a handful of dimes
One spot of trouble and all those real good times
Please mama be kind
Mama be kind


I've been sipping on weekends
Hittin’ whiskey and kickin’ gin
Searching for those olden, golden times
Spent all my money, nothin’ but tin
All I've got left are these worn down shoes
And a terminal case of those lonely blues
Won't you tell me how can I lose?
Oh, how can I lose?


Every hour lasts a week and a half
Every station plays the same two songs
Every woman lasts until I remember you
Same old memory, same old wrongs
Well when I go, don't care where I'm bound
Just so long as they say I didn't waste my one time round
Mama let your lost boy be found
Let him be found

If you're going to Houston
Please mama, don't be shy
I've been waiting just to hear your voice
Every day since you said goodbye
One little dollar’s worth a handful of dimes
One spot of trouble and all those real good times
Please mama be kind
Mama be kind

• Folk
• bass
• blues
• growl
• junk percussion
• mandolin
• Philadelphia