That evening I stumbled along,
through the park.
Inebriated I fumbled along for the spark.
With loneliness filling my chest,
an empty forty four gallon barrel.
With no fuel to fire this anger on,
these legs of mine,
blindly carried me on home.
Picturesque it was at the start.
We shared the feelings,
from our lonesome hearts.
The bottles drained,
and then things turned dark
& on a blunt line your words were sharp,
so sharp.
You say when loneliness is filling my chest.
You find my deepest words to be shallow.
With no fuel to fire this anger on,
These legs of mine,
Blindly carry me on home.
The following day when I hear that call,
You tell me where I end sweet darling
& where you begin.
With no fuel to fire this anger on anymore,
I roll myself one up & walk the garden alone.
The posthumous record by the legendary Tony Joe White is full of rugged, smoky blues & Americana, culled from a trove of demos. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2021