Blind Lemmon
I am looking over the brick wall and into the trees.
I am not high enough. I need to grow. I aint got no money, but I am the
happiest man in town. I go to sweep, I go to dust, yest I have got to
mop, but I am the happiest man in town. I aint got no home, but I am the
happiest man in town. I am all alone, but I am the happiest man in
town. I know I cannot lose, not with mop and broom. I use an explanation
in confusion, just whatever fits at the time. For there is nothing of
the institution speaking down from on high. I tell you a story, it is
all coming lose. Someone took it out from underneath me, the story that
is. I be ready to rot and the wise left living.