This bill of goods you're sellin,
Baby I keep buyin.
The story that you're tellin,
Can't stop myself from tryin.
The way that you flirt,
Take my money, take my shirt.
The house, the air, the dirt,
Take it all until it hurts.
You got the body baby,
That's drivin me crazy.
The way you make it move,
Oh yeah the way you make it groove.
This bill of goods you're sellin,
Baby I keep buyin.
The story that you're tellin,
Can't stop myself from tryin.
You’ve been beatin me down,
Make me feel like a clown.
Like a boat run aground,
A swimmer too ‘fraid to drown.
Window shoppin at your store,
I keep pacing the floor.
I’m lookin for more and more,
But the lock is on your door.
This bill of goods you're sellin,
Baby I keep buyin.
The story that you're tellin,
Can't stop myself from cryin.
4 comments:
HOORAY!!! You got this, Glen! Not only are the lyrics perfect, but we finally hear YOUR VOICE. The music is not drowning out your voice as in previous songs. This works so well. Back to dusty back-alley romances that tug and tear at the heart. The lyrics, your voice, the music: Perfect 10!!!
Thanks for your kind encouraging words!
I agree 100% with Rachel. This song brings everything together for you and in particular your very bluesy perfectly-pitched voice is finally showcased. This is a terrific song! I love it!
Thanks Kelp! I’ve been trying to channel Charley Patton, Big Bill Broonzy, Son House, Blind Connie Williams, James ‘Son’ Thomas, Mississippi Fred McDowell, Robert Belfour, and the like. They seem to be my antidote to the soullessness in what passes for music today.
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