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All the Pretty Shit

Continental Divide

Amsterdam

Pearl in an Oyster

LES Morning Twilight

Mata Hari

Fuck You and Your Pale Shades of Blue

The Rat

Naked

Gwen

Sitting at the
Bar at KGB #13

Sitting at the
Bar at KGB #32

Fuck You and Your Pale Shades of Blue

I don't want to see
BB King
At some uptown club
Thirty thousand dollar guitar
Fifteen thousand dollar suit

Give me BB King
Playing a busted guitar
From the Sears and Roebuck Company
Only four strings
Three of them D
Sitting on a peach crate
On a back porch in Georgia
Wearing a wife beater
And boxers
Ball sack hanging out
Drinking from a mason jar
And signing ballads to Stacker Lee
And the St. Louis Mackies
Putting thirteen bullets
Into Stacker Lee's chest
In a back room
At Billy Curtis's Saloon

Fuck You
And Your Pale Shades of Blue
Your Sea Kiss
And your Icy Angel
And your Periwinkle Frolic
And your Mountain Mist

You Want the Blues
I'll give you the mother fucking blues