Rockingham Road

Here's the Lyrics to that masterpiece, a true story of a very imperfect crime:

Stoolie Parrot Blues

Key of A

Woke up one Memphis mornin’, went to have a look around
                     
The day that me and Ricky hit that house in Germantown
                                                                                                            
It was wrong but I was hungry; and my poor Fat River Dumplin needed shoes

Now I’m in the jail in Memphis, lawd, I got them stoolie parrot blues.

 (Turnaround)

We filled the car with booty, and we made our getaway
And headed for the pawn shop for to cash in our payday
But you know I got to thinkin’, ‘bout that funny, talkin’ bird we left behind
I don’t trust no talkin’ parrot, and them stoolie parrot blues was on my mind.

(Instrumental bridge)

I could see him in the courtroom, with that big beak runnin’ loose
“Put your right wing on the Bible, do you swear to tell the truth?”
We went back and got arrested, now I’ll prob’ly see my name in dumb crook news---
Now that bird is free and singin’, and I’m stuck here with them stoolie parrot blues.

( break)

I don’t know what I was thinkin’, that’s what makes me so annoyed
Musta’ been that big ole joint we smoked that made me paranoid
Getting’ high don’t make you smarter, with that garbage in my brain I had to lose---
Now I’m sober in the  slammer, with my memories and them stoolie parrot blues.

I’m in the jail in Memphis—Lawd I got them stoolie parrot blues

End

Bruce Haney 10/31/04

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