Wash Basket Blues

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This is actually a song but in the absence of a song category I have put it here! Written for a competition — mean to be light hearted and fun. The prize was a washing machine. I never won! Imagine it sung by some husky voiced, world weary blues singer, if you will...

Well, I got me something

Keeps me busy all day long

I said I got me something

Keeps me busy all day long

Well, I empty it each morning

Don’t have time to sing my song

 

Don’t have time to sing my song, no

Lord my hands are raw and cold

Don’t have time to sing my song, no

Got me feeling sad and old

That old basket, she is mean yeah

Lord, please ease my weary load

 

Please ease my weary load, Lord

I can’t take this spin again

Yeah ease this weary load Lord

I can’t turn this wheel again

Just when I think I’ve reached the bottom

Baby’s spilling out again

 

Baby’s spilling out all over

We aint got no clothes to wear

Baby’s spilling out all over

Back is aching baby, yeah

That old handwash’s gonna kill me

And that label ‘Extra Care.’

 

Don’t have time to sing my song, no

Lord my hands are raw and cold

Don’t have time to sing my song, no

Got me feeling sad and old

That old basket, she is mean yeah

Lord, please ease my weary load

 

S P Oldham

 

 

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