Sometimes I feel so frustrated,
Too often your eyes show me just the same.
It’s then I feel the need to be emancipated,
from all of these foolish games.
When I find myself discombobulated
You can lay so close still I’m out of reach.
I know I can make you feel so alienated,
With all of these foolish games,
I know your not up with
what’s going down, around here.
When I’m top’n up on Rucker’s Hill
Rolling down with a belly full of beer.
When I come home to you,
so inebriated.
The sadness that fills your eyes,
I fail to understand.
Until I rise on the ‘morrow,
& re-evaluate it.
& see you tire of all these foolish games.
Foolish games,
Foolish games.
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