A Song!

I composed this after listening to some old blues tunes.  Those guys are always trying to one-up each other in the despair department, and I tried to think of how I might one-up all of them.  The darkness of my humor came up with this one and I call it Sittin' On a Toilet With a Shotgun In My Mouth.  No recording of this yet, but my neighbors seem to dig it.  

This morning, my wife, she left me                               

My oldest boy done run away                                                        

My baby girl, she just bit my nose

And the cat pissed on my leg

This is a day I won't remember

I got no future to worry 'bout

'Cause I'm sittin' on the toilet with a shotgun in my mouth

Today a wino threw up on me

And his dog, he did the same

I called my Momma 'cause I was feelin' low

But she could not recall my name

I went to see my only friend

And found out he moved down south

And now I'm sittin' on the toilet with a shotgun in my mouth

Yes I'm sittin' on the toilet with a shotgun in my mouth

BRIDGE:

Well my bank says I'm broke                                             

And the soles fell off my shoes                                    

My shirt must be worth something

They'll probably bury me in the nude

Well my hairline is receding

And it's moving on down my back

The Good Lord did not endow me

It's tiny, and that's a fact

So just remember my story

When you feel you're down and out

Or you'll be sittin' on the toilet with a shotgun in your mouth

Yes you'll be sittin' on the toilet with a shotgun in your mouth

You'll be sittin' on the toilet with a shotgun in your mouth!