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Nothin' Doin'



Credits
Lyric Credits: Dan Gribbin
Music Credits: Dan Gribbin
Producer Credits: Dan Gribbin
Publisher Credits: Dan Gribbin
Performance Credits: Dan Gribbin
Label Credits: Anhinga Harmonics Music
Metadata
Song Length 3:12
Primary Genre Blues-General
Tempo / Feel -
Tempo / Feel Slow (71 - 90)
Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Lyrics
NOTHIN’ DOIN’

I went to ask my baby to go out with me;
She said she’d check her schedule, I should wait and see.
I told her nothin’ doin’. Don’t want no run around.
Now I don’t get no action, but a man’s gotta stand his ground.

I went to see my grocer for a loaf of bread;
He sold me half-stale biscuit full of nine-point lead.
I told him nothin’ doin’. He said, “You win or lose.”
I’ve got the Wonder Bread munchies and the Supermarket Blues.

Yeah, the world’s got a chip on its shoulder for me,
And it ain’t gonna grant me a dime.
I’m gonna catch me a break, now, you wait and see,
It just never quite comes my time.

Now, I asked my boss could I have a raise;
He said: “We ain’t got money.” Could I live on praise?
I told him nothin’ doin’. I only work for cash.
He understood me perfect. Now I’m collectin’ trash.

I went to see my mama for a piece of pie;
She said the mixer’s busted and the oven died.
And now there’s nothin’ doin’ between the mother and son.
If I don’t get my pie, well, I’m a mean-tempered son of a gun.

Went to the St. Johns River, but the bridge was up;
I tried to swim across, a gator grabbed my cuff.
I told him nothin’ doin’. He sorta grinned at me.
Now I’ve got gator-tooth freckles from my head down to my knees.

Yeah, the world’s got a chip on its shoulder for me,
And it ain’t gonna grant me a dime.
I’m gonna catch me a break, now, you wait and see,
It just never quite comes my time.

Down at the bank the teller thought she’d seen my mug;
She went to call the sheriff, now I’m in the jug.
I told him nothin’ doin’. He threw the book at me.
I’m doin’ six to ten, now--one . . . two, three, four, five six to ten, now,
In the penitentiary.

© 2003 by Daniel V. Gribbin/386-760-8226