Unknown Blues

 

(Jack Curry (circa 1952) /David Munyon / S.P. Standley)


...this song is almost a true story.

 

 

Left my love in Pennsylvania

And she kept my baby boy

Only love can keep you running

Only love can break your toys

She said she could not stand the pressure

And she would not wait in the rain

Don't know what this is, this feeling

Something she can't explain

 

Near the first smoke in the morning

When you wonder where she is

And you hate this crummy job

But you really live the kid

She is somewhere in the country

With some laundry on the line

Ain't it the truth, these unknown Blues

They'll get you every time

 

HARE KRISHNA, Pennsylvania

Standing on my own

Empty room will keep you humble

Things remind you of love alone

He said I can't miss all this FREEDOM

An' disregard these rings

Don't know what this is, this feeling

Something he can't explain

 

Goin' home to Pennsylvania

With some changes on my mind

The Federal Boys call me dodger

So it seems the Unions doing fine

As it is will keep them honest

It's a job but it's not mine

Don't know what this is, this feeling

Something I can't explain

 

Near the first smoke in the morning

When you wonder where she is

And you hate this crummy job

But you really live the kid

She is somewhere in the country

With some laundry on the line

Ain't it the truth, these unknown Blues

They'll get you every time

 

Harley Davidson, Pennsylvania

Like thunders on two wheels

Love can only keep returning

Only love, only love can heal

She tries hard to hide her blushes

With her blushes and her tears

Don't know what this is, this feeling

They don't care to explain

 

David Munyon: vocal, guitar

Chris Jones: guitar

Mike Silver: backing vocals

Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass