Over Sixty Blues

Back in 1990 a friend asked me to write a song for her husband's 50th birthday. The 'Over Fifty Blues' was the result. In 2005, another friend asked me to do a song for her husband's 60th birthday. After digging around in my files I resurrected the old lyrics, modified them slightly to create what has become one of our standards.

Don

The Over Sixty Blues

My hair is getting thin now, my eyes are getting weak
When I shuffle off to bed it's mainly just to sleep
I've got the over-sixty, over-sixty blues
I'm in the autumn of my life now.
I've got the over-sixty blues

When I was in my fifties the ladies 'd ooh and aah
But now they look at me as if I were grandpa
I've got the over-sixty, over-sixty blues
There just ain't no more excitement.
I've got the over-sixty blues

I wish I were a doctor 'cause then I'd have the knack
To know if I've had an orgasm and not a heart attack
I've got the over-sixty, over-sixty blues
I'm living on the edge now.
I've got the over-sixty blues

So honey, heat my milk up and bring my cookies too
I'm gonna put my nightcap on and sit and watch the news
I've got the over-sixty, over-sixty blues
Yeah, them premature Kojakulatin'
Hours and hours of meditatin'
Nothin' left for me but waitin' blues
I've got those over-sixty, over-sixty blues.

© Don White 1990,2005

I Ain't Never Gonna Do That Again

Back in the 60s and 70s, I was playing with the Mississippi River Boys on the dance hall circuit in Lanark, Renfrew and Frontenac counties in Ontario. In those days most of the country dance halls did not have a liquor licence so the bar for the band was in the back of an amplifier. Needless to say, on many a morning I woke up with a hangover. At least one of those morning inspired the following lyrics.

Don

I Ain't Never Gonna Do That Again

Chorus:
I ain't never gonna do that again
I've been drunk once to often and when
I wake up in the morning hung over I swear
I ain't never gonna do that again

I was playin' in a bar in a dive down town
For my booze and five dollars a night
I was half in the bag when the fists started flyin'
And somebody turned out my lights
Woke up in a cell bright and early next morning
With a little man running through my head
Opened my eyes, looked up at the ceiling
And to myself, I said

Repeat chorus

Last night I went to a joint downtown
And picked up a sweet little Miss
She asked me up to her place for a drink and some fun
And she gave me a hug and a kiss
She poured me a drink and before it was finished
I was starin' face down at the ground
I woke up in an alley and my wallet was empty
And that little girl was no where around

Repeat chorus

© Don White 1974