The Fucked Up Blues Songtext / Lyric

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues
Well the beans have been baking
Upon the camel's hump
Like a voodoo curse
In an old lady's purse
Confetti on my grave

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin fucked up blues

I woke up on the futon
And my boots were on fire...