Pursued BluesThe speed limit here is fifty,but I'm doing a hundred and ten.If my luck holds out till morning,I might make it home again.I've been moving since Octoberand they haven't got me yet.I keep my eyes wide openfor every trap they set.Sometimes I say a prayer to heavenfor the damage all around.There is justice high above us,but who can call it down?The speed limit here is fifty,but I'm doing a hundred and ten.If my luck holds out till morning,I might make it home again.If I do get home tomorrow,I will not be there long.I'll put my arms around my people,and then I will be gone.But it's not so much the staying,
Big House BluesI had a big, fine house once,and life was good there every day.But then a storm came blowingand it blew my house away.My baby, she was with me, in the big house we would play.But I lost her when the storm cameand it blew my house away.My house was sweet intentionsand the storm was bitter truth.Oh, I wished my house could bear it,but my wishes were no use.My big, fine house is gone now,and I'm living in a shack.Got to try to keep it solid and to get my baby back.And the storm has kept on moving,it could be headed right for you.So take a look around you, people,check your windows and your roof.