This was heard faintly while driving past
the Soulard Farmer’s Market in
St. Louis at 9: 15 this morning:
Can’t tell why folks is sayin
It’s windy here today.
The banjo strings are moanin
And the fiddler’s blown away.
Got the wind chill blues,
Woo, woo,
Got the wind chill blues,
Oooh, Oooh,
Hug me pretty mama,
You know I got them wind chill blues.
My Copeland keeps on cloggin
And it’s tremblin in my grip.
The delrin plug is frozen,
Lord, it’s stuck right to my lip.
Got the wind chill blues,
Woo, woo,
Got the wind chill blues,
Oooh, Oooh,
Hug me pretty mama,
You know I got them wind chill blues.
My Weasel keeps on wailin
But the notes are frozen sour.
The banjo’s fallen silent,
He aint’ moved in half an hour.
Got the wind chill blues,
Woo, woo,
Got the wind chill blues,
Oooh Oooh,
Hug me pretty mama,
You know I get them wind chill blues.
[ This Message was edited by: jim stone on 2002-03-09 12:36 ]
