I think we'll take you where the blues comes from in the first place.
Where the blues always mosey on back to in the end.
This is a song dedicated to Arthur,
the type of friend you need when you
really just don't need a friend at all.
This is a slow,
slow,
slow,
meet you in some thoroughly disrespectable establishment,
about three thirty in the morning time.
Slow, slow blues.
Sometimes
it gets a little lonesome.
Don't you know it's three o'clock in the morning?
I'm lying in my bed all alone.
Sometimes
it gets a little lonesome.
Don't you know it's three o'clock in the morning?
I'm lying naked
in my bed all alone.
That woman I've been loving should
have been home at 1030. But as yet,
she hasn't shown.
I think I'll call up my best friend Arthur.
How's about to come over to your house?
We can crack open a bottle of Jack Daniels,
talk over old time.
I think I'll call up my best friend Arthur.
Hey Arthur,
how's about to come over to your house?
We can crack open some wild turkey.
Maybe watch some of them videos you got hidden behind the TV.
Oh,
I'm sorry,
Matthew,
but I can't make it tonight.
But in the background, I heard a little giggle.
And I'm telling you people,
that's a giggle I know very,
very,
very,
very,
very,
very, very, very, very, very, very well.
I immediately got out my bike.
I rode over to Arthur's house.
I very quietly knocked upon the door.
I immediately
got out my bike.
I rode over to Arthur's house.
Like one of them Avon ladies,
I knocked upon the door.
Oh *, what are you doing here?
You're the last * I wanted to
see tonight.
I said, Arthur,
I'm going to give you 24 bars to think of something to
say to me.
Start thinking, Arthur.
Think good.
I looked at Arthur.
That's all.
I mean,
I looked at Arthur straight between the eyes.
I said, hey, Arthur,
aren't
you going to invite me in for a nice cup of coffee or something?
He said, Matty, there's
someone in that room I don't want you to see.
My mother came to visit me.
And you know how
much my mother thoroughly hates,
even detests,
you.
Arthur, I went to your mother's funeral
in 1993. Oh *,
it's my father who came to visit me.
I said, your father's been up
in Darwin wrestling crocodiles.
Nobody's even had a postcard in six months.
He started to
stumble.
He started to make up stories.
I said, Arthur, just shut your mouth and listen.
I'm going downstairs.
Don't you know I'm getting on my bike.
Then I'm running to the closest
bar,
sitting down and ordering a drink.
I'm going downstairs.
Don't you know I'm getting
on my bike.
And I'm running to the closest bar,
sitting down and ordering a drink.
But
when I get home,
when
I get home, Arthur,
I want you to listen closely to me now.
I'm
going to the closest bar,
I'm only ordering one solitary drink.
I'm telling you people
tonight,
I'm going to thoroughly enjoy that solitary drink.
But when I get home, when
I get home, when I get home, when I get home,
I don't want to be alone.
Oh no.
I don't want
to be alone.
Oh no.
When
I get home, I don't want to be alone.
When I get home, I don't
want to be alone.
Hey. Thank you.