Busted Knee Blues

     - Busted Knee Blues -

 

My woman, she done left me,
My wife, she may go too.
I shake my head and wonder
What am I going to do?
I got the busted knee blues.
Yea, the busted knee blues.
I'd get down on my knees and pray.
But that I can not do.

I limp around the house at night
I limp into my bed.
My wife say she don't like no limp;
And that is all she said.
It's the busted knee blues,
Yea, damn busted knee blues!
I'd get down on my knees and pray.
But that I can not do.

I shook my cane at God on high!
But God was not amused:
He lit my cane wit lightning
And now I'm all confused!
I got the busted knee blues.
Yea man, the busted knee blues.
I'd get down on my knees and pray.
But that I can not do.

I'd get down on my knees and pray
But you know Lord, that I can not do.

Copyright 2007 by Charles L. Johnson, All Rights Reserved

P.S. It's a blues song. Everything is cool with my bride, there is no other woman. I do limp, but am not otherwise, and the cane is temporary. Sheesh.  :)