Barroom Blues

Words and Music © 2025 by Geoffrey Clarfield.

Barroom Blues

Sheriff Daniel, sir

I behaved like a cur

I'll do ten days

I will change my ways

It's the thing to do,

The decent thing to do

I will sweep the jail

and I won't need money for bail

When the twister blows near the medicine shows

All the animals run out in the midday sun

Got no place to go, they got no place to go

But I expect them back

I've got tickets for the evening show

Well when it's fishing time

I put out a line

When the hunting comes

I'll take out my guns

They make a lot of noise

Cause they're guns not toys

They make a lot of noise

And it puts me in a bad repose

I woke up one morning

Wasn't feeling right

Gave up whiskey

Just the other night

I got them barroom blues

I got them barroom blues

I got them barroom blues

And I don't know what to do

Some like sugar

Some like salt

I like you

I like you a lot

I went down toa Beale Street band

Looking for a thrill in my hand

And I met my lawyer

Jnd he handed me my will

He said, I won't be leaving much

Just some property and such

I won't leave town

I promise to stick around

I got them barroom blues

I got them barroom blues

I got them barroom blues

And I feel like a jumbo stew

So all you young men

Who sit in the pen

Time will come

When we all meet again

All the angels will sing

Because they always agree

They have such beautiful tunes

and they beat like a pair of spoons

Give me beer and wine

Gumbo with lime

Whiskey on the rocks

With some coke on top

That's when the drinking starts

That's when the race begins

That's when the sinners part

And the choir sings the final part

I went on down

To the meeting ground

I sang me a hymn

And I sang it loud

I got them barroom blues

I got them barroom blues

I got them barroom blues

Like an old jumbo stew

I got those barroom blues

Like an old jumbo stew