Small Town Blues

Words and Music © 2025 by Geoffrey Clarfield. Written at four in the morning in the hometown of Andy Griffith - Mount Airy, Surrey County, North Carolina, March 22, 2025.

Small Town Blues

I woke up this mornin'

Wasn’t feelin' right

I’d been counting sheep

Since the early morning light

Sun's in my eyes

It’s a blindin' sight

I once had a vision

That I was doin' alright

I got them small town blues

I got them small town blues

Come on, everybody

I got them small town blues

From the heels to the toes of my shoes

I spoke to the Mayor

I need a job

He asked me for my email

He sent me to a blog

It asked forty questions

Bout work and school

Asked me if I was wise

Or just playin' the fool

I got the small town blues

I got the small town blues

I got the small town blues

From the heels to the toes of my shoes

Went to the fishin' hole

To see if I could fish

The man asked for a fork

But he gave me a dish

He was drinkin' moonshine

And drinkin' new wine

He gave me a rod, a schedule and time

I got them small town blues

Small town blues

I got them small town blues

From the heels to the toes of my shoes

I went to the theatre

I said I could dance

I said my uncle’s Bo Jangles

Won't you give me a chance

I put on my top hat

I got out my cane

I won that competition

And I earned my fame

I got them small town blues

I got them small town blues

I got them small town blues

From the heels to the toes of my shoes

The moral of this story

Is easy to tell

When you got no job

You be livin' in hell

But if you put on your shoes

And take a few first steps

You’ll start payin' your taxes

To the government

I got them small town blues

I got them small town blues

I got them small town blues

From the heels to the toes of my shoes

I got them small town blues

I got them small town blues

I got them small town blues

I got them small town blues

I got them small town blues

From the heels to the toes of my shoes