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Late in the evening, after the news
I was playing red and groovy blues
I sang "God, wait a minute. Where the hell are my shoes?"
My voice was burning away, like a fuse
Hey God really, those shoes, don't you have any kind of clues?
He said:"chick-chick chicken, no I'm a goose"
 
Late in the evening, when all good stories are told
I acted like a king, I was furious and bold
I sang "God, wait a minute. Have my shoes really turned to gold?"
I must be dreaming, or can they be sold?
It's like in poker game and you know when to fold
This is a real story, it's not about creeping mold
 
Late in the evening, I had lot of bad luck
and my card playing was begun to suck
I said: "God, wait a minute. I really don't give a fuck"
My friends keep calling me the "mug"
It's was then, when I heard again "quack quack"
I said : "Hello again chicken. Or was it duck?"
 
Late in the evening, but before news I fell
to a weird kind of dream, it was about hell
There was a crocodile jumping on the big church bell
and God and Satan figthing, which oblications to sell
and who's the next one they gonna repel
Then god said: "Hey, Tan you must learn to spell the words..
 
(soinnut vaihtuu)
 
..Start using brand new chords
Or we must sharpen our swords
Call to our angry land lords
Who live for the killing
for the blood spilling
In this land of mine
where everybody is dying to see it through
and playing red groovy blues
While my guitar would sink into sand
By just a wave of a hand
And this man would sell me some drugs
To feed all his ducks
 
In this land of trying, where everybody's doing their deeds
Planting seeds
Growing trees
While colleting all the fees
 
Some are talking about world war II
But most of all
They're playing that red and groovy blues
 

 
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Eipä hassumpaa. Tohon vielä Tom Waitsin räkänen ääni niin se on blues.