Had a gal named Sadie; she be one bow-legged lady
Big ol’ gal named Sadie; thick-thigh, bow-legged lady
Could drink many a grown man under the table
But the only way to look at her was drunk
If you was able
Had a face so fulla craters, she look like a ‘tater
Whole face just fulla craters, she look like a ‘tater
But in the middle of the blackest night
With them bow-legs wrapped around
She be one pretty sight
Woke me up early one morn, just this side of dawn
Oh woke me one morn, just this side of dawn
And threw some tiny pair of panties at me
Saying I hope she worth the time
So who they be?
And them be the best days, yeah the best days of my life
Oh they be the best days, yeah the best days of my life
Well I was so outta luck, so I ran, got in my truck
Oh I was SO outta luck, I just ran, got in my truck
But she stood in the doorway holdin’ the key
Yelling boy you ain’t takin’ a thing, nary a thing
That belongs ta me
She say boy I told ya twice, in fact done told you thrice
Yeah she had told me twice, in fact done told me thrice
If I was ever stupid enough to get caught
I’m a lose her and everything
She ever bought
And I knew it weren’t just talk, so I started to walk
‘Cause her shotgun know how to talk, so I started to walk
But she said boy them clothes you gots belong to me
And all she let me keep were my guitar
And my skivvies
And them be the best days, yeah the best days of my life
Oh they be the best days, yeah the best days of my life
I’s followed by Lucky, our one-eyed pet that’s mangy
Yeah good ole one-eyed Lucky, three-legged and mangy
But Sadie just whistled twice and that ol’ dog
Sat down in the middle of the road
Still like a log
Not knowing what to do, I walked down to Sue’
What else a nekkid man goin’ do, I walk on to Sue
But ‘fore I can even say what’s up Luvva
I greeted by her new man and his gun
Name of Bubba (Dang!)
So now I ain’t gots no wife, just my guitar and barely my life
No I ain’t gots no wife, no truck, no dog – just guitar and my life
And I start ta thinking halleluiah I’se now free of pain
I looked up inta the summer sky
It had started to rain
And them be the best days, yeah the best days of my life
Oh they be the best days, yeah the best days of my life
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One Stop Poetry Form Monday — The Blues
I’d love to hear that sung, guitar and all!
This is wonderful! First poem I ever read about a big-legged woman! That’s what me and my pal, Rooster, always call ’em. Nice writing!
Excellent – love the way you set it up and took it out long and thrilling in each stanza and then added the refrain. Clearly you are happy with this form and it made me happy too! Really loved it!
Great blues poem! I can hear it on a guitar so easily! You grabbed me with the first stanza about the bow legged, thick thighed lady who could drink men under the table. Great character!
Oh man, great stuff. I’m with Bob… I’d love to hear this done with a guitar.
Thanks every one! Glad you enjoyed my take on the blues.
amazing.
Cheers.
Bless you.
Xoxox