I Don’t Know How It Can Be this Hot and Not Rain

I’m sitting in this motel room
with a notebook and a pen,
writing angry notes
to God and Angelina.
I don’t know where I can send them off
so I guess I’ll tear them up
and the whiskey contains all the proof I need.

It’s heading south tonight on a northbound train.
And I don’t know how it can be this hot and not rain.

I’m singing songs about the working man
on a chinese guitar.
They’re all gospel songs
without the halleluiah.
Emerson wrote for us to trust ourselves
but the farther I get from home
the less my heart can vibrate to that iron string.

It’s heading south tonight on a northbound train.
And I don’t know how it can be this hot and not rain.

 

Thought this song I wrote fit well with today’s dVerse prompt. Okay, I’m cheating a bit as I wrote it a month or two ago.

I also recorded a demo of it. If you’re interested, comment and I’ll send you an .mp3 and/or a pdf with the chords. It’s steel-string guitar finger-picky.

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4 thoughts on “I Don’t Know How It Can Be this Hot and Not Rain

  1. ….I’m singing songs about the working man
    on a chinese guitar…. i fell in love with this line…took my breath away as it paints such a vivid picture…there’s music in your words…very nice

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