Little Schoolgirl

Ooooooweee, my, but that gal can sing,
Hey little girl come over to my house
and sing me to sleep,
Sorry mister
Not to say there weren't the prerequisite
wild nights
Without which blues singing is impossible
Reckless Abandonment 101,
my favorite
with my partner of choice,
Reelin' and rockin',
Runnin' with bad company
Till daylight breaks again
Playin' them all night sessions
With the wild ones we called
friends,
And that music,
Bad news blues,
Funky jazz,
we saved the Freedom
for Sundays when Red Garland would show up,
A geniune orgy on a Sunday afternoon ,
players who were off the road,
looking for a little fun with the homeboys,
trading stories and licks,
Hot afternoons with cold beer
at half price,
barbeque shrimp for anyone who played . . .
No one was in church
until they started playing Maiden Voyage
Then that place was Holy spritual,
And it didn't hurt to flirt
in between songs
and be real good
on the set.

Hey little girl, wanna' sing with my band?
we could use someone like you who sounds good
and looks fine,
You know all the tunes,
At the Bluebird in Fort Worth,
come down Friday night, the manager's cool.
but you know there's fights
the Friday night rules ,
so dont bring nothin' we cant use
If ya' know what I mean . . .
I got It . . .Good
Yeah, I know the neighborhood,
Twelve bar blues,
back it down
I'm there.