Hey Brother, Let me take you now to a small club in the heart of Chicago. It is filled with stale, blue cigarrette smoke and the smell of cheap boo....coffee. It's a mixed crowd tonight, and standing room only, to welcome the new Bluesman in town. Suddenly the lights dim, a greasy spotlight hits the stage, and into it walks Chris, favorite Fender Strat in hand, who approaches the mic. and with a mighty growl, belts out his new hit song..... Paper Boy Blues A song by Chris. Play in the key of A. Traditional 1-4-5 blues pattern. Moderate slow tempo. Welllll I get up in the mornin' Go to work and slave all day When I get home in the evenin' I sit on my porch an' play... (chorus) I play the Paperboy, The Paperboy blues. Ya know he'll bring your paper And all the right news Ohhhh People, people, people I jus' can't get enough of this pretty paperboy, and his special stuff Why don't ya get on the telephone and call the local news and subscribe yourself to some Some paperboy blues (chorus) Jus' play the paperboy.....etc. (The crowd goes wild as Chris wields his mighty guitar in a blinding solo of epic prowes. Sweat beads up on his furious brow as his hands become a blur of motion, pumping out notes that reach the Chicago streets. Cars screech to a halt and every light in the city dims as the music swells in the hot, heavy summer air....) He's got dreamy, pretty eyes and a mile-wide smile And if ya treat him right He'll stay for just a while He's my very special buddy from his head down to his shoes but when he has to go I get those paperboy blues (chorus) ' get those paperboy those paperboy blues 'cause when he brings my paper I got nothin' to lose And now back to our regularly schedualed program...... Ha ha ha ha.....how was that? I love you, BLue, you have a great sense of humor my friend! Love Chris |