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This song was never recorded, and it's a good thing too because this white boy
knows better.   However, that's the message in this early song of mine.

The Bullshit Blues

I was born in New York City alleyways and tenement noise
In the losing and the winning, I tasted all its filthy joys
But in Wheeling, West Virginia, they sure know how to treat the boys

Well I've been to Jamaica, swam in Ocho Rios Falls
Skin diving in Montego, broke it up in Government Halls
But in Wheeling, West Virginia, they really got me by the balls

'Cause in Wheeling, West Virginia, I found a place that suits my views
In Wheeling, West Virginia, they NEVER sing the Bullshit Blues

Well I've lived in San Francisco, smoked gold in Golden Gate Park
Sung ballads on the corners for tips or complimentary remarks
But in Wheeling, West Virginia, their bite is worse than their bark

'Cause in Wheeling, West Virginia, I found a place that suits my views
In Wheeling, West Virginia, they NEVER sing the Bullshit Blues

Commentary:

Truth:   I was born in N.Y.C., I did swim in Ocho Rios Falls, and eventually I lived in San Francisco but the kind of gold I'm talking about was non-existent in Golden Gate Park by that time. I also did pass through Wheeling on the Steam tour. And lastly, I never liked white musicians who try to play the blues (except for Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, The Rolling Stones, Stevie Ray Vaughn and maybe one or two others) because I believed that the blues truly belongs to the black musicians. If I had attempted to write blues music it would have been phony. However, I did actually play with an authentic all-black blues band once in my life and you can read that story if you want to wade through an extremely long but very interesting web page in The Story of My Life.


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