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The Runaround Blues - The King's Blues Club
You held up your hand, said, "Mister, stop right there."
You gave me that cold look, that icy little stare.
I grumbled in my bourbon, the band had just begun.
I ain't the kind to beg you, hon, I know when I am done.
But I'll give you a nickname that's gonna stick around.
You're the biggest little runaround in this whole damn town.
I blew my weekly pension on a fancy steak and wine.
I poured my old heart out, I thought that things were fine.
But what did I get for the cash I just burned?
A butterfly kiss and your back was turned.
A tiny little air kiss from a runaway queen
and the biggest pile of trouble that I've ever seen.
Get up and dance, shake off the rust.
Let that guitar cry.
You don't care about my ego or my brittle aching pride.
I know I ain't no movie star, I got nowhere to hide.
My knees are acting up, my hair is getting gray,
but at least I kept the bugs away from you today.
I smacked that ugly horsefly right on your left arm.
Goodbye, Miss Runaround, go work your charm elsewhere.
Yeah, I killed that pesky horsefly sitting on your left arm.
I would have swatted at the right to keep you safe from harm.
But folks are laughing in the diner, laughing in my face.
I'm too old for this nonsense, I'm leaving this place.
Yeah, the fly is dead, the romance too.
So long, baby, we're through.
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