Hot Sticky Blues by UncWoke up this morning with the hot, sticky blues. (x2)In a rented room... hot, sticky blues.Went to bed last night it was 93 degrees. (x2)Heat and hard work.. Killing me by degree.Woke up this morning, the bed soakin' wet. (x2)Radio say today will be hotter yet. HarpI wish I had a little house with a big shade tree. (x2)And a cool handed woman, there with me.Harp & repeat last verse
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Thanks, Bear and Dani. That is a slight exaggeration. I remember some days of over a hundred and going to bed at 90 or more. That would be about 33 C. It has been hot, but not that hot so far this fine summer. And I am thankful for air conditioning!
93 degrees going to bed?! No wonder you got hot sticky blues! We reached 18 overnight last week and I thought I was gonna die. Stay cool Uncle John! At least your playing always is.
Larry, I remember it well too. We had a big old house and one fan. Hot and sticky and hard to sleep. I don't know how my poor dad worked a full time and part time job out in the heat. Maybe he was tired enough to sleep.
Thanks, Ron. I will not be too surprised if you do come up with that song. And don't call me Johnson.
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That old bus/truck would make a mighty fine camper. Does it have air conditioning and screens to keep the buggys out?
But I heard things always get hot !, when you play John? ;>)
Thanks, Bear and Dani. That is a slight exaggeration. I remember some days of over a hundred and going to bed at 90 or more. That would be about 33 C. It has been hot, but not that hot so far this fine summer. And I am thankful for air conditioning!
93 degrees going to bed?! No wonder you got hot sticky blues! We reached 18 overnight last week and I thought I was gonna die. Stay cool Uncle John! At least your playing always is.
Yours is excellent, Derek. Happy and fun.
I like to ck a thesaurus for words when I run out.
Along Ron's subject, here's a tune I did along that line, if that is the same "line" I'm thinking... ;^) Hot and Sticky
Larry, I remember it well too. We had a big old house and one fan. Hot and sticky and hard to sleep. I don't know how my poor dad worked a full time and part time job out in the heat. Maybe he was tired enough to sleep.
Thanks, Ron. I will not be too surprised if you do come up with that song. And don't call me Johnson.
Reminds me of the summers I spent at my aunt's in South Carolina. Even rich people didn't have air conditioning back then.