Paul the Lion

Rookie (Born in the fall of his 19th year / Comin' home to a place he'd never been before)

Talkin' Pretty Girl Blues - Poem by Paul the Lion

In some lonesome dusty saloon
Sittin' on a broken bar stool
Drinkin' a lot of scotch
I feel like such a damn fool

Cursin' myself a storm
I throw the scotch glass against the wall
The bartender shoots a glance at me
Says that was your last call

Stumblin' out of the bar
I walk into the street
Lookin' for somethin' to grab
I can barely stand on my feet

Some dude on an ugly horse
Rides up an asks for a favor
Can you tell me where the lady-action is?
I say a-over yonder

He flips me the bird as he rides away
But I couldn't care less
'Cos since my pretty girl left me
My life's been a mess

I had me a purrrty girl
But I used to treat her so mean
And so she said later man
Then she split for Abilene

This is a big state to be
A lonely man, that's for sure
Though I could get me a woman anywhere
All I want is her

Walkin' into another saloon
I kick some little girl's cat
She looks at me and screams and cries
All I notice is that my beer belly's a-gettin' fat

I get me a bourbon and light a smoke
Look up and the lady dancer smiles at me
Then I look deep inside my angst-ridden self
And think, if I made her, how wrong would it be?

After dancin' she comes up to the bar
And asks if I'm a-lookin' for fun
We go upstairs and mingle
Then she cleans me out and runs

Causin' some more trouble
They throw me out on the road
This burden of guilt and missin'
Not sure if I can handle the load

I had me a purrrty girl
But I used to treat her so mean
And so she said later man
Then she split for Abilene


Comments about Talkin' Pretty Girl Blues by Paul the Lion

  • (5/5/2006 7:32:00 AM)


    Paul, you redeemed yourself.
    i like this one veryvery much.

    id love to hear it played (see if you can set my 21 & rising to some chords)
    i think its thirsty for some notes.

    reading more now

    Sus.
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  • (5/4/2006 2:32:00 PM)


    This is such an honest and sad lament of a lonesome Cowboy Paul, Don't worry you are young, very young and recognise your mistakes, so I assume you will learn from them, that is why we make them imo. When the time for new Pretty girl to take away your blues is right, she will appear. Believe me. I like the flow of this poem. You show a different style, which means you are capable of much. 10 from

    Rocking her own cowboy
    in her arms, soothingly, .
    Feeling his pain
    Loving his,
    Enigmatic charms.

    Tai
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 21, 2010


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